Finally, her eyes opened–unfocused at first, then gradually sharpening as they found Camille’s face.
“Camille,” she murmured, her voice rough and faint.
“I’m here,” Camille repeated, squeezing her hand gently. “The surgery was successful. They got the entire tumor.”
Victoria’s gaze drifted around the room, taking in her surroundings with growing awareness. “How long?”
“Just over four hours,” Camille told her. “Dr. Lin said there was less spread than they feared. Your prognosis is excellent.”
Victoria nodded slightly, the movement clearly requiring effort. “The company?”
Even now, even here, Victoria’s thoughts turned to Kane Industries. Camille almost smiled.
“Everything is under control,” she assured her. “Section B of the Grid is fully operational. The stock price is stable. I’ve updated the board that your procedure was successful and you’re resting.”
“Good,” Victoria whispered. Her eyelids drooped, the medication still heavy in her system.
Camille leaned closer. “Victoria,” she said softly. “I read your notes.”
Victoria’s eyes opened again, fixing on Camille’s face with surprising clarity.
“I need to tell you something,” Camille continued, her voice catching. “Something I should have said before.”
Victoria waited, a rare patience in her
gaze.
“You saved me,” Camille said simply. “Not just from Rose and Stefan. Not just from being destroyed. You saved me from becoming like them, someone who only takes, who only ruins what others build.”
She paused, gathering courage for the words that mattered most. “When my own mother chose Ros me. You saw me when no one else did. You became…”
er me, you chose
Camille’s voice faltered, tears threatening again. “You became my mother. Not by blood, but by everything that matters.” Victoria’s fingers tightened around hers with unexpected strength. For a moment, Camille feared she had gone too far, crossed a boundary that Victoria would never permit. But when she met Victoria’s eyes, she saw something she had never witnessed before–tears gathering at the corners, making the gray irises shine in the dim light.
“I know,” Victoria whispered.
Just those two words, but they held everything Camille needed to hear. Victoria knew. She understood. She accepted the bond between them, not mentor and student, not benefactor and recipient, but mother and daughter in the ways that truly mattered.
Victoria’s eyes began to close again, the medication pulling her back toward sleep. “Stay,” she murmured, her grip on Camille’s hand loosening as consciousness slipped away.
“I will,” Camille promised. “As long as you need me.”
She sat with Victoria as her breathing deepened into sleep, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest. Through the window, sunlight had begun to break through the clouds, casting a warm glow across the bed.
After some time, Camille wasn’t sure how long, a quiet knock sounded at the door. Alexander entered, carrying two cups of fresh coffee.
“How is she?” he asked, handing Camille one of the cups.
“Sleeping now,” Camille replied. “But she woke briefly. She knew me. Asked about the company, of course.”
Alexander smiled. “Some things never change.”
“Yes.” He gestured toward Victoria. “Yesterday, you were terrified of losing her. Of being left to face everything alone. Today…
She stood, moving to the window to look out at the city sprawled below them. Somewhere out there, Rose and Herod were plotting, believing Victoria Kane was simply suffering from exhaustion, unaware that Camille now stood ready to protect everything Victoria had built.
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