They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137 Confronting William At The Detention Center

Inside the detention center, dim yellow lights filtered through the iron bars, casting fragmented shadows on the ground and filling the air with a stifling sense of oppression.

Enoch and Abigail sat side by side outside the cold, hard iron bars. The barrier felt like a wall that couldn’t be crossed, separating them from William both physically and emotionally.

The William before them was a far cry from the confident, charismatic man they once knew. His hair was disheveled, his face unshaven. His frame had visibly shrunk, leaving him gaunt and frail. Dark circles loomed under his eyes.

His gaze was hollow and unfocused, stripped of the sharpness and vitality that had once defined him. All that remained was a deep void and numbness, as if the very essence of his being had been drained away, leaving behind a heartbreaking aura of defeat.

This was the first time they had ever seen William in such a state of utter despair.

William had always been the pride of the Connor family. From a young age, he was handsome and charming. He carried himself with an air of elegance and confidence. He was the kind of person who could light up a room just by walking in.

But now, with him in such a disheveled and defeated state, it was impossible for his parents not to feel their hearts ache.

Abigail’s eyes brimmed with tears, her voice trembling with emotion. “William, how are you holding up in there?”

Enoch fought to suppress the pain in his heart. “Don’t worry, son. Your mom and I will get you out soon.”

Yet, while his parents were overwhelmed with concern and sorrow, William felt anything but comforted. His heart was in turmoil, guilt gnawing at him.

He kept his head down, his gaze darting nervously, dreading the moment they would bring up Emily. And as fate would have it, the very thing he feared came to pass.

After a few words of concern, Abigail’s tone shifted, tinged with urgency and unease. “William, tell me the truth. Has Emily woken up?”

William’s chest tightened as dread washed over him, and his breathing quickened. “N–no, she hasn’t,” he stammered, his voice barely steady.

But Abigail wasn’t buying it. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Are you sure? William, you can’t lie to us.

“We just spoke to Giovani at the Campbell residence, and he told us Emily had already woken up. He said she could prove that Camila wasn’t the one who pushed her down the stairs back then. Is that true?”

William’s face drained of color, panic flashing in his eyes. He could feel the truth slipping away, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it. Holding onto desperate hope, he blurted out, “Dad, Mom, don’t listen to Giovani. He’s lying…”

Enoch’s expression darkened instantly, his voice sharp and stern. “Did you send Emily away?”

“I… I didn’t,” William muttered, but even now, his first instinct was to defend Agnes.

In his mind, Agnes had always been gentle, kind, and understanding. No matter what the truth of that day might be, he was convinced she couldn’t possibly be guilty.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have kept stopping Camila from uncovering the truth, nor would he have sent Emily abroad to bury everything.

Enoch knew his son better than anyone. From William’s evasive expression and panicked eyes, he could tell without a doubt that he was lying.

“Are you hiding Emily somewhere? Your mom and I can easily find out by going to the hospital. How much longer are you planning to keep this from us?” Enoch’s voice carried a mix of disappointment and anger.

William fell silent, his heart torn in a painful battle.

If Emily came back and exposed that Agnes was the one responsible for putting her in that coma–like state all those years ago, not only would Agnes end up in prison, but he would also lose the strength to ever face Camila again.

He loved Camila deeply. Even after everything–her time in prison, her scars–he couldn’t stop thinking about her, worrying about her, and dreaming of marrying her, protecting her for the rest of his life. He knew he was selfish, but love, by nature, was selfish.

Camila had already spent five years in prison because of his misunderstanding. He couldn’t stand by and watch the kind and innocent Agnes suffer the same fate. He cos

Successfully unlocked!pes of hurting both women at the same time. Seeing William’s stubborn silence, Enoch was angry, is lace use with age, and he bellowed, “William Connor, I’m asking you. Has Emily woken up? I want the truth!” His voice thundered through the cramped room, and the weight of his anger pressed down on everyone.

William closed his eyes, knowing he couldn’t keep the truth hidden any longer. If his father decided to investigate, it wouldn‘

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t take long for him to uncover Emily’s whereabouts. “Yes,” he replied.

Enoch’s and Abigail’s hearts clenched at the news, a storm of emotions surging within them. Joy and relief at Emily’s recovery mixed with creeping unease and guilt, as if Giovani’s words were starting to make sense.

Enoch took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before speaking again. “Emily said it wasn’t Camila who hurt her back then.”

William’s face turned pale as the chaotic scene at the hospital that day replayed in his mind without warning.

He could still see Camila, desperate to prove her innocence, her emotions spiraling out of control. Her eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, but he turned a blind eye, stopping Emily again and again from pointing out Agnes.

Even now, the memory of that day made his chest ache, the guilt toward Camila suffocating him more with each passing moment.

Finally, William spoke, his voice heavy, each word dragging like a weight he couldn’t bear. “It… it wasn’t Camila.”

“Then who was it?” Abigail’s eyes burned into William, her voice trembling with fury. “Who would be so heartless to push Emily down the stairs? If she hadn’t been lucky, she’d be dead!”

William fell silent again. He knew Agnes better than anyone. They had grown up together. He couldn’t believe she would intentionally harm Emily.

The incident five years ago might not have been Camila’s doing, but it certainly wasn’t deliberate on Agnes’s part either. It was probably an accident. Agnes might have accidentally bumped into Emily, causing her to lose her balance and fall down the stairs.

Besides, Emily was Agnes’s best friend. There was no way that Agnes would ever want to hurt Emily. Honestly, it was Emily‘ s carelessness. If she’d just stood properly, none of this would’ve happened.

He thought, ‘Camila, if it wasn’t your doing, why did you admit to it? If you hadn’t confessed, you wouldn’t have spent five years in prison, leaving me burdened with guilt to this day.‘

William’s mind churned with guilt, but he refused to face the truth–it was never about whether Camila confessed or not.

It was Harry who fabricated evidence, Belinda who erased the surveillance footage, and Owen who twisted the truth as her defense lawyer.

William himself had never given Camila a chance to explain. It was these people, the ones closest to her, who had personally pushed her into the abyss.

Now, William had the audacity to blame Camila for not proving her innocence back then, conveniently ignoring the fact that she had no evidence to clear her name.

“Why won’t you say something?” Abigail’s voice cracked, trembling with rage and despair.

William clenched his jaw, refusing to say the name. His silence, his stubborn defense of the real culprit, was like a slap in the face to Enoch and Abigail, igniting their fury.

Emily was their youngest, their pride and joy, the daughter they had showered with love and indulgence since she was born.

As the heiress of the Connor Group, she was their little princess, adored and protected. But now, their once radiant daughter had been reduced to a lifeless shell of her former self.

As parents, seeing their beloved daughter in such a condition was unbearable. Camila’s imprisonment had done nothing to ease their pain, which was why they had hired people to torment her in prison.