Cammy's gaze followed Dylan's, and immediately, her expression darkened. Sitting beside Duncan was a young, blonde, slim, and unmistakably gorgeous woman.
Annie.
The sight of her sitting so casually by Duncan's bedside sent a wave of irritation through Cammy. But what surprised her most was the absence of pain. Before, the mere thought of Annie with Duncan would have crushed her, but now? Now, it was nothing but pure annoyance.
She had brought Dylan here, hoping for a quiet father-and-son moment. Instead, she found her here.
Annie flashed a dazzling smile at Dylan and spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice. "Hi, Dylan. I'm Annie, your father's fia—"
"Friend," Duncan swiftly interrupted, his voice firm yet cheerful. "Annie is Daddy's friend." He turned to Dylan, smiling as if nothing was amiss. "What brings you here, my little man? It's not lunchtime yet."
