Chapter 315

Chapter 315:

“The cancer is still serious,” Dr. Sharma cautioned. “But this new finding changes our approach. With aggressive treatment, a combination of targeted radiation therapy and new immunotherapy protocols, we could potentially extend Ms. Kane’s life expectancy significantly.”

“How significantly?” Alexander asked.

“It’s difficult to say with certainty,” Dr. Sharma replied. “But in cases similar to Ms. Kane’s, we’ve seen patients survive for years rather than months. The smoke inhalation complications are our immediate concern, but once those are managed, we could begin the new treatment protocol.”

Camille felt dizzy with hope, a feeling so unexpected she hardly recognized it.

“Years? She could have years?”

“With appropriate treatment and careful management, yes. It’s possible.” The doctors continued explaining the treatment plan, but Camille barely heard them. Years. Not months. Not weeks. Years. Time for conversations. For memories. For goodbyes that weren’t rushed by the ticking clock of terminal illness.

When the doctors left, promising to return with more details after Victoria woke, Camille turned to Alexander, tears filling her eyes.

“Did you hear that?” she whispered. “She might not… she could have…”

Alexander pulled her into a tight embrace. “I heard. It’s good news, Camille. The best we could hope for.”

Camille buried her face against his shoulder, letting the tears flow freely now— not tears of despair, but of cautious hope. She had been preparing herself for imminent loss. To suddenly have the possibility of more time felt like a gift beyond measure.

A soft sound from the bed made them both turn. Victoria’s eyes were open, watching them with a clarity that had been absent for days.

“Victoria?” Camille moved quickly to her side. “Can you hear me?”

Victoria nodded slightly, her gaze steady despite the obvious effort it took to remain alert. “I heard… the doctors,” she whispered, her voice raspy from the breathing tube that had been removed just yesterday.

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“You’re going to get better treatment,” Camille said, taking Victoria’s hand between both of hers. “There’s a chance, a real chance…”

“I heard,” Victoria interrupted gently. The ghost of a smile touched her lips. “Years, not months.”

“Yes,” Camille confirmed, a sob of relief escaping her. “Years.”

Victoria’s fingers tightened around Camille’s, a weak grip, but stronger than yesterday. “Good,” she said simply. “There’s still… work to do.”

Typical Victoria, Camille thought. Already thinking about Kane Industries, about business, about the empire she had built.

But Victoria continued, her eyes holding Camille’s with surprising intensity. “Work like… watching you rebuild. Seeing you… find happiness.”

Alexander stepped closer, placing a hand on Camille’s shoulder. “She will,” he promised Victoria. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Victoria nodded slightly, acknowledging his vow. “The bombing,” she said, her voice growing clearer with each word. “Rose?”

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