Monica's anxiety grew with every word Greg hurled. His voice, sharp and booming, had already begun to draw the attention of the nearby nurses, patients, and hospital staff. People were starting to whisper and glance over.
"Gregory, please," Monica whispered in panic, trying to grasp his arms in an attempt to calm him. "Lower your voice. You're causing a scene—"
"Don't you dare touch me!" Greg snapped, yanking his arm away as fury surged through him like wildfire. "You think I don't know what you did? You manipulated that conservatorship behind Cammy's back! Don't act like this false concern makes up for it. I'll never forgive you for that, Monica!"
Monica flinched, her face paling. Eyes darted from every direction now, curious and concerned.
"Greg… stop it," Cammy finally spoke, her voice low but commanding. She glanced around at the growing number of onlookers. "We're in a hospital, for God's sake. Can you at least wait until we're out of here? I'll explain everything."
