They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 165

apter 165 The Prisoner Who Tortured Camila

Chapter 165 The Prisoner Who Tortured Camila

Lucy froze for a moment and found that the drunken man clinging tightly to her waist was actually Writin

William’s eyes were unfocused and glassy as he tilted his head back, staring at her with a dazed expressons ve tinged with sobs and desperation, pleaded, “Camila, 1 feel terrible Please, just forgive me okay

“1 really know I was wrong I won’t do this again, I swear. Come back to me Don’t fall for over ye

love you I can’t live without you

He looked utterly pitiful, as if the weight of the world was crushing him. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face and his grip on Lucy’s waist tightened even more

Lucy’s gaze tumed icy, her voice as cold as frost “Let go‘

“No, I won’t. I’ll never let you go again. Please, just give me one last chance, he begged

Disgusted beyond words, Lucy suddenly grabbed his hair and slapped him hard across the face Her voice was sharp and cutting as she lashed out, “Now you realize you were wrong? Where was this regret when you ruined Cand’s

“Camila was left disabled because of you scumbags. Her life will never be the same again. Do you really think. sorry and a few tears can undo all the pain you’ve caused her?”

With that. Lucy kicked William hard, sending him sprawling to the ground. She stepped on his chest, her voice Sled with venom. “Look closely. I’m not Camila. But listen up–Camila will never forgive you, not in this lifetime

“If you really feel guilty, then do the only thing that might count–end your miserable life

Even in his drunken stupor, William clung to her ankle with an iron grip, his voice trembling with desperation Camila font be so heartless. I really want to make things right.”

Lucy looked down at him in disgust. She yanked her foot free with force, the sole of her shoe scraping against the back of his hand and leaving a red mark.

“Make things right? Do you think a few apologies and some tears can make up for the damage you’ve done? Her voice quivered slightly, not from fear but from the sheer intensity of her anger.

“Camila was so kind and innocent. If she hadn’t met scum like the Jacksons, the Connors, and Owen, her life wouldn’t be

ruins.

“When you and those people destroyed her life, did you ever think about this day?” Lucy’s words were like daggers, each one sharper than the last. “She was so good, so pure. How could you bring yourself to hurt her?”

Her eyes grew red with sorrow as she recalled Camila’s limping walk and her lost hearing. The thought pierced her heart as if it were being pricked by a thousand needles.

Taking a deep breath, Lucy forced herself to calm down. “What’s the point of saying all this now? If you really know you’re wrong, then go die. Only your death can count as true atonement.”

With that, she raised her foot and delivered another fierce kick to William before turning on her heel and walking away without a second glance.

Daniel stood up from the couch, walked over to William, and shot him a frosty glance. “You say you like her, but you didn’t treasure her? Serves you right,” he said coldly, then strode off to catch up with Lucy.

“Lucy, where are you headed?” he called out.

“None of your business. Stop following me,” Lucy snapped without even glancing back.

“It’s late, and it’s not safe. Let me take you home-”

Lucy suddenly spun around, her expression sharp. “I’m in a terrible mood right now. If you don’t want to get punche 1 stay away from me. I’ll consider being your girlfriend tomorrow.” With that, she stormed out of the bar with this

The night breeze was cool as Lucy stood at the entrance of the bar, her gaze cold and weary.

Just then, a sleek black luxury car pulled up to the bar. The door opened, and a man and a woman stepped out

1 thought

The man was Enoch, William’s father. Dressed in a sharp suit, he exuded an air of authority and sterness. The woman was Abigail, William’s mother. She had delicate features, yet her expression was tinged with anxiety

The couple hurried toward the bar, clearly intent on finding William. However, before they could step inside, a woman suddenly appeared, blocking their path.

“Out of the way,” Enoch snapped, his voice sha

Successfully unlocked!

The woman didn’t budge. Instead, her lips curled into a sinister smile, her gaze sharp and chilling. “Mr. Connor, forgotten me already? I’ve been dying to see you since I got out.”

Enoch froze, his expression stiffening as he studied the woman before him.

Chapter 165 The Prieaner Who Tortured Cambe

The woman looked to be in her thirties, dressed plainly. A jagged scar ran down her face, a stark reminder of her violent past. Her eyes burned with malice, making it clear she wasn’t someone to be trifted with

“So Mr. Connor does remember me the woman said coldly

As soon as Enoch and Abigail realized who she was, their faces drained of color, like they’d just seen a ghost from their

darkest nightmares.

This woman had entered prison around the same time as Camila She had a history of causing trouble for competitors in her business dealings, often resorting to intimidation.

In one particularly violent altercation, she stabbed her rival and even attacked people in broad daylight, venting her frustrations with life For her crimes, she was sentenced to twenty years in prison