Her Purpose || Kai Parker

Chapter 83

In New Orleans, Camille and Klaus clinked their glasses together.

Klaus's gaze lingered on her, filled with a blend of sadness and concern, as she began recounting another story.

"I used to think if you just gave someone a little booze, they'd tell you anything," Camille mused, her voice carrying a wistful tone. "Then I realized it wasn't alcohol. People just want someone to listen."

"Yes, well, you're quite the connoisseur of stories. Particularly mine," Klaus replied, his voice betraying a mix of admiration and melancholy.

She offered a bittersweet smile. "I should have published your memoir. I'd have made a fortune. Hey, will you do something for me? With everything going on, you'd think I would have written a will. Well, no time like the present. Will you jot a few things down for me?"

Klaus's face hardened with discomfort, but Camille's earnest expression and the book she handed him prompted him to accept with a weary sigh.

They settled on the couch, Camille dictating her will as Klaus wrote meticulously.

"To Davina, I leave everything in my closet... but nothing too revealing," Camille said, her voice steady despite the tears welling up. "To Josh, my records. To Vincent, my books and all of Kieran's files. To Elijah, I have an old game of Trivial Pursuit under my bed."

Her voice trembled as she continued, the weight of her words evident in the tear sliding down her cheek. Klaus observed her with a mixture of sorrow and resolve.

"To Hayley, my dark objects. Will you make sure she gives them to Hope when she's old enough? Hope's a New Orleans witch; she should have them. And to you-"

Klaus's frustration boiled over, and he interrupted sharply, "Enough!"

A tear fell from Camille's cheek as Klaus cast aside the pad, rising and pacing behind his chair.

His agitation was evident, but he tried to mask it with a facade of determination.

"This is pointless! We're going to find a way to fix it," he declared, though the desperation in his voice was unmistakable.

He stormed out of the room, his anger and hope propelled him forward.

As Camille's condition deteriorated, Freya, Vincent, and Marcel gathered to explore other options.

"Okay, then we need to try something else," Vincent urged. "Marcel? The Strix. You mean to tell me they can't help with this?"

"The Strix don't have a solution for something that's never existed before," Marcel replied, frustration evident in his tone.

"Lucien engineered a pure strain of wolf venom, designed to kill even an Original," Freya said gravely. "It may be that there is no cure."

"Well, I'm not giving up," Vincent insisted.

"Neither am I," Freya agreed, her tone laden with resignation. "But what else is there?"

As Hayley and Elijah approached, Hayley was carrying Hope on her hip, she suggested, "How about a magical miracle baby?"

Despite their best efforts, Camille's condition remained unchanged, casting a heavy shadow over the room as reality set in.

Niklaus entered, having just hung up the phone. Moving to Camille's side, he gently took her hand in his.

"I am not going to give up on you, love," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

After abruptly leaving the room in frustration, Niklaus's finger hovered over a contact name on his phone before pressing it.