Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Flying To Chicago

Cameron POV

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After my mother left, I picked up my phone and called my assistant, Marcus. He answered on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Marcus, I need the jet ready to go to Chicago within the hour. Take care of this urgently, call the pilot. And I need you to compile a list of the best oncologists in the country-no, in the world. Specialists in gastric cancer specifically. Stage three. I need their names on my screen in a few hours, coupled with their location.”

There was a pause on the other end. “Is everything alright, Mr. Preston?”

“Just do it, Marcus. And be discreet. I don’t want anyone knowing about this yet.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll have the information sent to your phone within thirty minutes.”

“Thank you.”

I hung up and stared at my computer screen, at the stock company reports I’d been reviewing before Sedona’s call. Suddenly, none of it mattered. The multi-million deals, the corporate acquisitions- all of it seemed little compared to my sister’s life.

Stage three. The words haunted me. I wasn’t a doctor, but I knew enough to know that stage three was serious. That it had advanced to a stage where it was life threatening and not many come back from that kind of developed cancer stage. That three months she said she had left was a death sentence.

But I refused to accept it. The Prestons didn’t give up, and we sure as hell didn’t let our family members die without a fight, we do not forsake family no matter what. If money could buy Sedona more time she needed, I’d spend every penny we had. If experimental treatments that proved to be 80% in saving lives existed anywhere in the world, I’d find them.

I pulled up my contacts and scrolled to Dr. Helena Morrison, a family friend and one of the top oncologists at Seattle Grace Hospital.

She’d known Sedona since she was a child, had even treated her when she’d had pneumonia at fifteen. If anyone would fight for my sister, and make sure that she got what it takes, to survive cancer, it was Helena.

“Cameron Preston,” Helena answered warmly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Helena, I need your help. It’s about Sedona.”

The warmth in her voice immediately shifted to concern and worry as I could hear the creak in her chair as she sat upright.

“You found her? Is she alright?”

“She’s alive, but she’s sick. Gastric cancer, stage three. A doctor in Chicago gave her three months.”

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Flying To Chicage.

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Oh, Cameron.” The sympathy in her voice made my chest squeeze. “I’m so sorry. Where is she now?”

“Still in Chicago, but I’m bringing her home tonight. I need you to clear your schedule, Helena. I don’t care what it costs or what strings T have to pull. I need the best treatment plan possible, and I need it yesterday.”

“Of course. Have her records sent to me as soon as possible. I’ll consult with my colleagues at MD Anderson and Mayo Clinic. We’ll explore every option, that we have for this kind of cancer, whether it’s surgery, chemotherapy, immunotherapy, clinical trials. Everything.”

“Thank you.”

“Cameron,” Helena’s voice softened a bit. “You should prepare yourself. Stage three gastric cancer is very serious. Even with a lot of treatment-”

“Don’t.” I cut her off. “Don’t tell me she’s going to die. I just got her back. I’m not losing her again.”

There was a long pause before she sighed as she said. “I’ll do everything I can. You have my word.”

After we hung up, I grabbed my go-bag from the closet, I had always kept one packed for emergency trips like this and headed down to the parking garage, where my car was waiting.

My hands shook a bit as I unlocked the car and got in. I had to take a moment to steady myself before driving to the airport.

The private jet was ready when I arrived at Boeing Field. The crew greeted me professionally, without making room for small talk, sensing this trip was time sensitive. I had barely settled down in the chair when I felt my phone buzz and I checked it. Marcus had sent me the list I asked for and I saw a missed call from my father and a text message as well.

“Your mother told me. I’m coming with you.”

I called him back immediately trying to stop him before he would do anything drastic. “Dad, I need to do this alone,”

“Cameron-”

“Dad, please. She asked for just me. If we both show up, it’s going to overwhelm her. You know how she gets when she feels cornered. I don’t want her to run away again, hot at this point when she needs us.”

My father was quiet for a moment. Parker Preston wasn’t a man who liked being told no, especially when it came to his children. But he had also learned the hard way what happened when he pushed too hard.

“Fine,” he said finally. “But I want updates. Every hour, Cameron. And if she needs anything-anything at all -you call me immediately.”

“I will.”

“And Cameron? Tell her…” His voice cracked slightly. “Tell her we love her. Tell her we’re sorry. Tell her we never should have-”

“I will, Dad. I promise.”

As the plane began its descent into Chicago, I called Sedona’s number. She answered on the second ring.

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<Flying To Chicage “Gam?”

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“Hey. We’re landing in about twenty minutes. You said you’d be at the Hilton on South Michigan Avenue?”

“Yes. Room 1847. couldn’t stay at the house anymore. Too many memories.”

“That’s fine. I’ll be there soon. Have you eaten anything?”

“I’m not really hungry.”

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