Chapter 325
Chapter 325:
“I’m not leaving the hospital,” Victoria said firmly from her bed. “My treatment protocol requires specific equipment that can’t be moved.”
“Then we lock down this floor,” Alexander decided. “No one in or out without triple verification.”
Camille nodded, but inside, a cold dread was spreading through her chest, creeping into her limbs, making her feel heavy and slow. Rose had found a way to reach her despite all their precautions. What else could she do?
“My parents,” Camille said suddenly. “She’ll target them too.”
“Already handled,” Alexander assured her. “I doubled their security team this morning, before this message came in. Standard precaution with the manhunt ongoing.”
Camille should have felt relieved, but the fear only grew, taking root in her heart like a poisonous weed. “What about you?” she asked Alexander, her voice barely audible. “She’ll come for you too.”
Alexander’s expression softened. He crossed the room and took her hands in his. “I can take care of myself, Camille. I’ve been doing it for a long time.”
“Not against Rose,” Camille insisted. “You don’t understand how she thinks. What she’s capable of.”
“I think I have a pretty good idea after the bombing,” Alexander said gently. “But I’m not going anywhere. We face this together.”
Victoria watched them, her eyes sharp despite her weakened state. “Call Agent Chen,” she instructed. “She needs to know about this message immediately.”
Alexander nodded and stepped away to make the call. Camille resumed her pacing, unable to stand still with the energy of fear coursing through her veins.
“Sit down, Camille,” Victoria said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re making me dizzy.”
Camille stopped moving but remained standing, her body tense like a drawn bowstring. “She won’t stop, will she?”
“Not until she’s caught,” Victoria agreed. “Or until she believes she’s won.”
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The simple truth of those words hit Camille like a physical blow. Rose wouldn’t stop. Not ever. Not while she breathed. Not while she believed Camille had taken what was rightfully hers.
“This is never going to end,” Camille whispered, the realization settling over her like a shroud.
“Everything ends,” Victoria countered. “Even Rose’s obsession. Even her freedom to hurt you.”
But Camille barely heard her. She was staring at the phone still in Alexander’s hand, at the message glowing on the screen: You took everything from me twice. Now I’ll take everyone from you.
What had she taken from Rose? A family that Rose had manipulated? A husband Rose had seduced? A life Rose had tried repeatedly to destroy? In Rose’s twisted mind, these were thefts, not consequences of her own actions. And now Rose would take everyone from her. Not something—everyone. The people she loved. The people who gave her strength.
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