Chapter 329

Chapter 329:

“What does this mean?” Camille asked, afraid to voice the real question burning in her heart.

“It means the treatment is working better than we expected,” Dr. Sharma explained. “Your mother’s body is fighting back with surprising strength.”

Victoria’s hand tightened around Camille’s. “Give us the full picture, Doctor. No sugar-coating.”

Dr. Sharma nodded, respecting Victoria’s directness. “The cancer is still serious. But this response changes your prognosis significantly. With continued treatment…”

“And with your current response rate, we could be looking at years of good-quality life rather than months.”

Years. The word echoed in Camille’s mind like a bell—clear, bright, and almost too beautiful to believe.

“And the smoke damage to her lungs?” Camille pressed, needing to understand the full scope of the situation.

“Also improving faster than expected. Your mother has remarkable resilience, Ms. Kane.” Dr. Sharma closed the folder. “I believe we can start discussing discharge plans within the next week, with continued outpatient treatment, of course.”

After the doctor left, promising to return with more details that afternoon, silence filled the room. Camille stared at Victoria, tears building behind her eyes but not falling.

“Don’t look so shocked,” Victoria said finally, a hint of her old dryness returning. “I told you I wasn’t finished yet.”

The simple statement broke the dam. Camille’s tears flowed freely now, her body shaking with sobs that were half-laughter, half pure relief.

“Camille,” Victoria said, her voice softening. “Come here.”

Camille moved from the chair to the edge of the bed. Victoria reached up, wiping tears from her daughter’s cheeks with a gentleness few people had ever seen from the formidable businesswoman.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Victoria promised. “Not for a long time.”

“I was so afraid,” Camille admitted, the words barely audible. “Every day, watching you get weaker. I thought…”

“I know what you thought,” Victoria’s hand moved to cover Camille’s. “I thought it too, at first. But it seems we’re both too stubborn to give up so easily.”

Camille laughed through her tears. “Stubborn enough to beat cancer and survive a bombing in the same month.”

“Exactly.” Victoria’s eyes, clearer now than they had been in weeks, held Camille’s. “Now, help me sit up properly. I need to make some calls.”

“Calls? You just got good news. You should rest.”

“I’ve been resting for weeks,” Victoria countered. “It’s time to start living again.”

Something in those words reached deep inside Camille, touching a place that had been frozen with fear since Rose’s threat. Time to start living again. Not just surviving. Not just waiting for the next attack. But living, despite the dangers still lurking.

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