They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 149

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Chapter 149 Punishment

Chapter 149 Punishment

Belinda’s gaze slowly landed on the paternity test report. The moment she saw the result, she froze for a second before bursting into uncontrollable laughter, which was sharp and unhinged.

“Arthur, you pathetic fool! Agnes isn’t even your daughter–she’s your driver’s kid! You’re not even as smart as a driver?” she said.

Belinda laughed so hard she nearly fell over, but as the laughter continued, tears suddenly streamed down her face, rolling unchecked down her cheeks,

Arthur had heartlessly hurt Camila for the sake of Agnes, but Belinda was just as guilty. She had always known Agnes wasn’t her real daughter, yet she blindly favored her, ignoring Camila’s suffering.

With that thought, Belinda slammed the test report onto Arthur’s face with a sharp snap. Then, trembling, she crouched down to gather the scattered documents from the floor.

Every word on those pages felt like a heavy blow, hammering relentlessly at her heart, leaving her gasping for air.

It turned out that the root of Camila’s tragic fate lay in Ivanna’s hereditary kidney disease.

Ivanna’s desperation to survive led her to seduce Arthur. Because of her, Belinda lost a kidney, her real daughter, and even her son, who was dragged into a lawsuit and sent to prison.

At this moment, Belinda’s mental state was teetering on the edge of collapse. She cried and laughed at the same time, her expression a mix of madness and despair.

She said, “Arthur, you always said marrying into my family was the greatest humiliation of your life. So, how does it feel now, being played like a fool by the woman you adored?

“You abandoned your own daughter for someone else’s, even sending her to prison and ruining her life. You drove the Jackson Group into bankruptcy, funneled all the money into Ivanna’s account, and even made your own son the legal scapegoat for crimes he never committed.

“Arthur, you’re such a ‘wonderful husband‘ and an even ‘better father,‘ aren’t you? Truly remarkable!”

Belinda’s laughter was sharp and bitter, filled with sorrow. She tore the documents in her hands into shreds with all her might and flung the pieces at Arthur.

The shredded paper fluttered down like snowflakes, scattering over Arthur as if to bury the remnants of his dignity. Every word Belinda spoke was like a dagger, stabbing mercilessly into Arthur’s heart, each blow sharper than the last. He had fought tooth and nail to escape the poor village and make a name for himself in the city. From the moment he laid eyes on Belinda, he had seen her as nothing more than a stepping stone to his ambitions.

Before meeting Ivanna, those years of his life had been filled with material comfort and emotional satisfaction, despite the shame he felt about his status as a live–in son–in–law.

He had a wife who adored him, a brilliant son, and the title of CEO of the Davis Group. Looking back now, the so–called humiliation he endured was nothing more than Brogan occasionally calling him into the office to offer advice.

Compared to the utter disgrace brought upon him by Ivanna, Claude, and Agnes, those past grievances seemed laughably insignificant.

Arthur was overwhelmed with grief, his heart heavy with regret. He wanted to repent, to beg for forgiveness, but his paralyzed body robbed him of speech. All he could do was cast a sorrowful gaze toward Camila.

This time, his remorse was genuine. He had been utterly wrong, and now he was paying the price. If he had known it would end like this, with nothing left and his body broken, he would have gladly endured a lifetime of nagging from Brogan. For the first time, his eyes held a sincerity they had never shown before.

If he could walk and speak, he would go to Camila and offer her the most heartfelt apology, even if it meant groveling for her forgiveness.

But even such a humble wish was beyond his reach. He could only sit there, slumped in his wheelchair like a heap of useless flesh.

Ever since Camila lost her hearing and had to rely entirely on her eyes, her observational skills had sharpened to an almost uncanny degree. With just one glance, she could see through all of Arthur’s thoughts.

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To her, these were nothing more than desperate acts of self preservation, born out of their punishment and loss, a way to seek comfort and cling to survival.

If Arthur had any better options, he would never lower himself to beg her for forgiveness.

Her suffering, her pain–all of it stemmed from Arthur. She would never forgive him, who had inflicted the deepest wounds

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on her. Not only did she refuse to forgive him, but she also felt his punishment was far from enough.

She hated everyone who had hurt her–Arthur, Harry, Agnes, Belinda, Ivanna, Claude, Owen, and William. She hated them all. Each of them had deliberately hurt her for Agnes’s sake, acting as her executioner.

As for Enoch and Abigail, she didn’t feel hatred, but neither did she harbor any goodwill toward them. Their actions weren’t for Agnes but to avenge Emily.

Camila’s gaze swept over the room, and not a single person dared meet her eyes. Shame hung heavy as heads bowed in

silence.

Her eyes finally settled on Arthur. Her voice was calm yet resolute: “You may have wronged me, but I won’t repay cruelty with cruelty. Go back to the village where you belong.”

Arthur’s eyes widened in horror, his face drained of color as the weight of her words sank in. ‘What does she mean? Is she really going to send me back to the village?‘ he thought to himself.

He didn’t want to go back to that village, which was full of hardships and unruly people. When he left that place years ago, he had done so in glory. Now, returning would make him a laughingstock, drowning in the ridicule and gossip of others. “Camila, don’t do this to me. I’m your father!” That was what Arthur meant to say, but all that escaped his throat was a garbled shout.

Camila’s lips curled into an ice–cold smile. From the moment she was abandoned, she stopped seeing Arthur as her father. Her smile remained cold and distant. “You and Agnes share such a deep bond as father and daughter. I wouldn’t want to separate you two. Agnes can go with you–it’ll make it easier for her to take care of you.”

Agnes’s body shook uncontrollably. She had once flown over Arthur’s hometown, where the mountains stretched endlessly into the distance.

If she were thrown into that village, there would be no escape. Worse, she might end up being preyed upon by desperate men who targeted outsiders.