They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 150

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Chapter 150 No Mercy

Chapter 150 No Mercy

“No! I won’t go to a place like that!” Belinda cried, shaking her head frantically.

“Camila, please, I’m begging you! Just this once, forgive me! I’ll do anything you want, anything!” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

Camila’s cold, unyielding gaze locked onto the woman groveling before her. Her lips remained tightly sealed, not a single word escaping.

Desperation consumed Belinda as she faced Camila’s icy indifference. She stumbled forward, crawling on the ground, her arms outstretched like a drowning person clutching at a lifeline.

She reached out, desperate to touch her, to hold her, to prove her remorse. But before her trembling hand could even graze Camila’s clothes, Turner stepped in, grabbing her firmly and pulling her away.

“Camila!” Belinda wailed, tears streaming down her face in a pitiful display. “I’ve begged you so much. Can’t you show me even a shred of mercy?”

“You’re talking about mercy? Don’t you find it laughable?” Camila gritted her teeth. “On the day of the auction, Agnes drugged me and nearly ruined my life. Did any of you show me mercy then?”

Belinda froze, as if struck by lightning, her entire body stiffening.

Panic flickered in her eyes as memories surged back like a tidal wave, replaying that night over and over in her mind. That night, she, Arthur, and Harry had turned their backs on Camila, ignoring her pain and siding with Agnes.

They accused Camila of being childish, of fabricating lies to frame Agnes. Pushed to the brink, Camila snapped, tackling Agnes to the ground and smashing her with an ashtray.

The thought of what happened next drained all the strength from Belinda. She collapsed to the floor like a deflated balloon, unable to even meet Camila’s gaze.

“Oh, Mrs. Jackson, so you do remember,” Camila said, her lips curling into a cold smile. “That night, you smashed my head open with an ashtray.

“The rain poured down in torrents, and you threw Hazel out of the villa. She begged you, pleaded with you, to show me mercy because I was your own daughter. But you all remained unmoved.

“You left me lying on the freezing floor, completely ignored. If I hadn’t dragged my broken body out of that house that night, I would’ve died there. And there would be no revenge today to speak of.

“I used to torment myself, wondering if I was the problem and if I wasn’t good enough for you to love.

“But later, I realized it wasn’t about me not being good enough. It’s because none of you are normal human beings. I just sent you to the hell you deserve. Be grateful I didn’t repay you for every ounce of pain you caused me.”

Camila’s words struck Belinda like a hammer, each blow landing squarely on her heart.

The memories of how they had treated Camila turned into dull knives, slicing Belinda’s flesh bit by bit. Her heart felt as though it was being torn apart, the pain suffocating her.

It was at this moment that she finally realized–she didn’t even deserve to say sorry to Camila.

The things she had done to her own daughter were so cruel, so vile, that they warranted the deepest pits of hell. She didn’t deserve forgiveness, let alone the right to beg for Camila’s pity.

After all, Camila had lived a life in the Jackson family worse than that of an animal, and Belinda had never once shown her a shred of compassion.

Belinda was dragged away by Turner in despair. Her body hung limp, her feet scraping trails across the floor. Her vacant eyes stared ahead, lifeless, as though her soul had already fled, leaving behind nothing but an empty shell.

Next, it was Arthur and Agnes’s turn.

Arthur had long since abandoned hope. If Camila could show no mercy to her own mother, there was no chance she would spare him–the man who had orchestrated the tragedy of her life.

Paralyzed and unable to speak, Arthur could only plead with his remorseful eyes, silently begging Camila for forgiveness.

But Camila’s heart remained as cold as ice. If killing him were an option, she wouldn’t hesitate to tear Arthur apart with her bare hands.

“Take them away. I don’t want to see them any Successfully unlocked!

As soon as Camila spoke, Sean moved to grab Agnes.

er voice devoid of any emotion.

Agnes, already trembling like a frightened bird, screamed, “No! I don’t want to go there!”

Sean, however, showed no sympathy. He grabbed her like a helpless chick, her legs kicking out in a frantic, futile attempt to

Chapter 150 No Mercy

break free, terror widening her eyes.

Just as Sean was about to drag her out of the villa, Agnes suddenly screamed, “Camila, you can’t treat me like this! Your kidney–it’s still in me! Let me go, and I’ll give it back!”

Her words made Sean pause mid–step. He turned to look at Giovani and Camila with a questioning gaze.

Hope flickered in Agnes’s heart as she looked at Camila with anticipation. Everyone present assumed Camila would compromise for the sake of her kidney.

But Camila merely scoffed, her bright eyes glinting with an icy edge. Slowly, she replied, “Why should I care about taking my kidney back?”

Everyone was stunned, unable to understand her words. It was her kidney. They couldn’t believe that she was really going to let Agnes keep it.

Agnes stared at Camila in shock and confusion, her face a mix of disbelief and desperation. Stammering, she asked, “Y–you don’t want your kidney back?”

Camila’s smile deepened, but it carried a chilling undertone. “Oh, I’ll take it back, alright. But who said I’m in a rush?”