CHAPTER 395: THE FIGHT FOR CAMERON

Lauretta closed her eyes as the plane slowly gravitated. She hated this part of flying. Her knuckles turned white as she pressed them together, waiting for the agonizing minutes to be over. When they were finally settled in the sky, Lauretta released a breath she was holding. She was on a flight to Barcelona, where Cameron was having his chemotherapy. It was hard to catch a flight at the last minute, but it can work when you are wealthy and connected. It has been a rough six hours for Lauretta. When she heard of the critical condition Cameron was in, she tried calling him for the address and state they were transferred to, but it went ignored. She was lucky to have still Cameron's Nanny's number to contact. It took some convincing, but the old nana finally gave her the number. Lauretta placed a hand on her head. She has never been this callous before, yet, somehow, the only memory Cameron would have of her would be her turning her back to the both of them. "Bit of a bumpy ride, ye