They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109

Chapter 109

Belinda stared at the shattered pill bottles scattered across the floor, her eyes red and her voice trembling with emotion. “Harry, how can you say something like that?

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“You know how headstrong Camila is. If she got into trouble in prison, she definitely started it. Why else would the other inmates target only her?

“Her broken leg has nothing to do with us. Why do you insist on blaming your father and me for that? Is Camila the only one you care about? Are we not your parents anymore?”

Belinda couldn’t hold back her emotions any longer. She covered her face with both hands, her shoulders shaking as muffled sobs filled the hospital room, tugging at Harry’s heart.

Harry felt a pang of guilt and was about to comfort her. But then, Camila’s cold, distant gaze flashed in his mind–a look that felt like ice water, instantly extinguishing any warmth in his heart.

His chest tightened, and his tone turned sharp. “Camila doesn’t want anything to do with us anymore. Are you happy now?”

Arthur, who had been leaning against the hospital bed, struggled to sit up. His face twisted in anger and pain, making his expression almost grotesque.

“You ungrateful brat!” Arthur roared. “Now you’re blaming us? Camila has been nothing but trouble for this family from the start.”

Harry’s eyes burned with fury. “Shut up! You forced Camila to take the fall for Agnes back then. Do you even have a shred of conscience?”

As he spoke, he slammed his fist onto the nearby table. The impact sent everything on the table clattering to the floor.

Arthur flinched at Harry’s explosion, reflexively pulling back. Still, he stiffened his neck and retorted, “You were the one who testified against Camila in court. And now you’re trying to pin all the blame on us?”

Harry froze, as if struck by a heavy blow–how could he forget? Those memories haunted him like a nightmare, tormenting him day and night.

“Your broken legs are your retribution,” Harry spat through gritted teeth, enunciating each word. He knew deep down that his own declining health since Camila left was perhaps his punishment too.

Arthur couldn’t stand Harry constantly defending Camila. To him, she was nothing more than a worthless troublemaker. Furious, Arthur pointed at Harry and bellowed, “Get out!”

Harry simply stood there, unmoving, his cold gaze fixed on Arthur.

Arthur, with his broken leg, was powerless to confront Harry physically. Frustration and pain painted his face red, veins bulging on his forehead. The throbbing agony in his leg made his head spin, and he nearly passed out.

Watching his father in such agony, Harry felt an inexplicable surge of satisfaction, as if he were exacting some form of

revenge.

Belinda endured her pain and tried to mediate. “Harry, stop upsetting your father over Camila.

“We were so blind about Camila. That ungrateful brat ran away on purpose, and while we are worried sick, she is probably mocking us the whole time.

“I regret it every single day. We just had to have a son and a daughter, and what did we get? A walking curse!”

Belinda wiped her tears, trying to steady herself before continuing, “Agnes is coming back from Northeville today for Lindsey’s birthday. Call her right now and tell her not to come. If Camila sees Agnes, with her vengeful nature, she’ll

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definitely make trouble for Agnes.”

“Yeah, call Agnes and tell her to stay away,” Arthur added quickly. His brows furrowed deeply as he thought, ‘Agnes is still so weak from her surgery. How could she possibly deal with Camila’s nonsense?‘

The miserable image of Agnes at the police station flashed in Harry’s mind. His chest tightened–how could Camila be so heartless?

He wanted to bring up the incident of Agnes being detained, but he didn’t want to add to his mother’s worries. In the end, he kept it all bottled up inside.

After a moment of silence, he said, “I understand. You both focus on recovering here in the hospital. I have something to take care of, so I’ll be heading out now.”

Belinda wanted to say more. But sensing Harry’s unwillingness to continue the conversation, she swallowed her words and let out a helpless sigh.

Harry trudged out of the hospital room, each step heavier than the last. Under the dim corridor lights, his shadow stretched endlessly, mirroring the weight in his heart. Before he even left the hospital building, he ran into Michael.

Michael stopped in his tracks and asked, “Harry, it’s late. Shouldn’t you be with your parents? Where are you

headed?”

“I’m going to find Camila,” Harry replied, his voice weak. He had finally realized that Giovani cared too much about her, and there was no way Giovani would let Agnes go willingly. If he wanted to save Agnes, his only option was to beg Camila.

Michael’s

eyes lit up.

“Camila? Wher

is she? I’ll go with you.”

Harry frowned, eyeing him suspiciously. “Why do you want to come?”

Michael had his reasons. Recently, while sorting through some files, he had stumbled upon something shocking: during her first year back with the Jackson family, Camila had undergone a kidney match test.

She was only fifteen at the time. Why had she been tested? Who was the recipient? And was the kidney she was missing now inside some unknown person?

These questions gnawed at Michael, pushing him to uncover the truth. Unfortunately, since Camila had quietly left the hospital last time, he hadn’t seen her again.

He could’ve asked the Jackson family, but their treatment of Camila made him think twice. He had a gut feeling that he might have stumbled upon a deeply buried secret.

Michael shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “I’m just tagging along, okay? Remember last time when she tried to run? It was the two of us who caught her.”

He patted his chest with a smirk. “When it comes to catching people, I’m a pro.”

Harry didn’t suspect anything and said, “I’m not going to catch her; I’m going to beg her. She’s gotten quite capable lately. I don’t know what tricks she’s used, but she’s managed to cozy up to Giovani.”

“What?” Michael was confused. “Since when did you stoop to begging Camila?”

Harry’s frustration spilled out. He grew increasingly agitated, rambling on. “This is all Camila’s fault. Agnes got arrested for supposedly stealing embroidery worth 7 million dollars. Seriously? Seven million? That’s pocket change for our family-” Impatient, Michael cut him off mid–rant. “Alright, alright. Let’s just go before she’s asleep.”

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