They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167 Bring Lucy Home

Lucy gazed at the woman on the ground, whose body barely moved. The woman was barely clinging to life, and her breathe were almost gone

But Lucy’s fury hadn’t subsided. To ensure the woman’s tendons could never be repaired, Lucy picked up a heary rock and smashed it down onto the woman’s hands and feet again

The dull impact of the stone mixed with the sickening crack of breaking bones. Her Simbs were reduced to a groure mess of shattered bone and mangled flesh, a sight too horific to describe

When it was over, Lucy straightened up, her hands drenched in blood. Crimson droplets slid from her fingertips, falling steadily to the ground.

“This is the punishment you deserve. Camila endured far worse than this, Lucy said coldly, her voice devoid of emotion. With that, she turned and walked away.

Lucy had just stepped out of the alley when she suddenly froze in place

At the entrance stood a man, his figure outlined by the light behind him, making it impossible to see his face clearly

Her heart sank as she realized he’d seen everything.

Lucy knew she couldn’t let the man leave alive. The thought had barely crossed her mind when she instinctively raised the knife in her hand.

The man noticed her movement and spoke abruptly, “It’s me.”

Lucy froze, her grip on the knife loosening as she slowly lowered it. “Sir?”

“Yeah,” Turner nodded, his eyes carrying a complexity that was hard to read.

Lucy stayed silent for a long moment, her voice hoarse when she finally spoke. “You saw everything.”

“I did.” Turner didn’t avoid her gaze, standing there quietly with an unreadable expression.

For a while, neither of them spoke. A cold breeze swept through the alley, brushing against Lucy’s face. The sharp, metallic scent of blood lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating.

Finally, Turner broke the silence. “Lucy, what you did is a crime.”

“Oh? Are you planning to call the cops on me?” Lucy shot back.

Turner met her eyes and sighed. “No.”

“Then get out of my way.” Lucy tried to push him aside, but his hand shot out, gripping her wrist with surprising strength. She couldn’t break free.

“Come with me,” Turner said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Lucy struggled. “Why should I go with you?”

Turner’s gaze didn’t waver. “Are you planning to walk back to school covered in blood?”

Lucy’s body stiffened slightly. She lowered her head and saw the bloodstains covering her clothes, glaringly vivid under the light.

She stopped resisting, allowing Turner to lead her to the car.

The car sped through the night, city neon lights flickering across the windows and casting a cold glow on Lucy’s detached face.

Turner brought Lucy back home again. He opened the door, stepped aside to let her in, and followed her inside, then shit the door behind them.

“Go freshen up,” Turner said, his voice calm and steady.

Lucy didn’t respond, heading straight into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of rushing water filled the air.

Turner settled into a chair by the floor–to–ceiling window, pouring himself a glass of red wine. He swirled the glass gently. the deep red liquid rippling with each motion.

He took slow sips, his gaze drifting to the city lights outside the window. But his thoughts were far from the nightscape before him.

Successfully unlocked!

After what felt like an eternity, the sound of water stopped Lucy emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a white bathrobe.

Her damp hair clung to the sides of her face, droplets sliding down the strands. Under the soft lighting, her skin looked almost luminous, her beauty carrying a quiet, cool allure.

Turner’s gaze intensified slightly as he took in her appearance, his eyes lingering on her longer than usual.

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Chatder 167 Why Corey Ho

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She set the glass down, packed up the wine bottle, and dead bark, ER, e destude and her eyes grew hazy

She placed the empty bottle on the table, then looked at forser, hapR MAJUT

“No, he replied

Lucy narrowed her eyes, her voice slurring slightly ‘Don’t lie to m

Without waiting for Turners response, Lucy turned and headed to the vachen, going out a bottle of glavna wine cabinet. She twisted the cap open, ready to dek

“What are you doing? Turner quickly stepped forward and stopped her

“I’m so frustrated! Just give it to me Lucy grumbled

Turner’s eyes flickered with concern. “Drinking isrit good for your health