Chapter 330
Chapter 330:
Camille adjusted Victoria’s pillows, helping her sit more upright. “Alexander will want to know about the test results. He’s been worried too.”
“Of course he has,” Victoria said. “That young man loves you more than his own life. It makes him both valuable and extremely vulnerable.”
The blunt assessment brought Camille up short. Even recovering from cancer, even celebrating good news, Victoria’s mind remained sharp, tactical, always evaluating weaknesses and strengths.
“Rose is still out there,” Victoria continued, reading Camille’s thoughts with her usual accuracy. “My recovery doesn’t change that. If anything, it makes me a more tempting target.”
“The FBI is closing in,” Camille reminded her. “Every day they find new leads. It’s only a matter of time.”
“Perhaps. But Rose has always been patient when it suited her.”
Camille stood, moving to the window where armed guards were visible, patrolling the hospital grounds. “I can’t live like this forever. None of us can. Looking over our shoulders. Jumping at shadows.”
“No,” Victoria agreed. “Which is why we need to be proactive, not reactive.”
Camille turned back, studying Victoria’s face. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking that Rose expects us to hide. To cower. To wait for her to strike.” Victoria straightened, looking more like herself than she had in weeks. “What she doesn’t expect is for us to move forward with our lives. To rebuild what she destroyed. To grow stronger while she weakens.”
The idea settled over Camille slowly, like a warm blanket on a cold night. Victoria was right. Rose wanted them paralyzed with fear. Wanted them isolated, separated, vulnerable. Every day they spent simply waiting for her next attack was a small victory for Rose.
“The Phoenix Foundation,” Camille said, the words coming unbidden to her lips. “We should restart it. Rebuild it.”
Victoria smiled, pride evident in her eyes. “Exactly. Not just the foundation. Everything. Kane Industries initiatives. Your wedding plans with Alexander. Your life, Camille. The one Rose tried to destroy.”
For the first time in weeks, something other than fear fluttered in Camille’s chest. Something that felt dangerously like hope.
A knock at the door interrupted them. Alexander entered, his face lighting up when he saw Victoria sitting up, looking stronger than she had since the bombing.
“You look better,” he said, moving to Camille’s side.
“I am better,” Victoria confirmed. “Dr. Sharma just gave us the test results. The treatment is working better than expected.”
Alexander’s arm slipped around Camille’s waist, offering silent support. “That’s the best news I’ve heard in weeks.”
“We were just discussing next steps,” Victoria said, her business tone returning. “Specifically, how to move forward instead of simply waiting for Rose’s next attack.”
Alexander glanced at Camille, curiosity in his eyes. “And what did you decide?”
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