They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 197

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Chapter 197 Camila’s Child Was Abused

Chapter 197 Camila’s Child Was Abused

Lucy trembled violently, her entire body shaking with rage–how much more suffering had Camila endured in silence? “Why would you do this to her?” Lucy’s eyes glistened with fury, and crimson tears streaked down her face. “What did Camila ever do to deserve this?”

Her voice erupted into a frenzied scream. “I’ll kill you! You hear me? Just go to hell!” Lucy snapped, plunging the knife into Ivanna over and over.

Ivanna’s chilling screams filled the room. “Stop! If you kill me, you’ll never find Camila’s child.”

‘Yeah, I need to find Camila’s child first. Then, I’ll deal with her.‘ Lucy froze mid–stab, her breath ragged. “Where is Camila’s child?”

Ivanna’s face twisted into a grotesque grin. She seemed to have found Lucy’s weak spot. “So I was right. You really do care about that kid, don’t you?

“You want to know where that little brat is? Then do as I say. Otherwise, you’ll never find her. Take me to the hospital. Right

now.“.

Despite the searing pain, Ivanna tried to assert control, convinced that with Camila’s child as leverage, Lucy would have no choice but to obey. But Lucy, consumed by hatred, was a demon clawing her way out of hell.

Lucy grinned, twisting her bloodstained face into something monstrous. She turned to the kitchen and returned with a bag of salt.

Ivanna’s face turned ghostly palé as her eyes fell on the salt in Lucy’s hand. Fear surged through her like a tidal wave, swallowing her whole. “What are you going to do? I’m warning you, if you dare hurt me again, that little bastard-” Before she could finish, Lucy sprinkled the salt directly onto Ivanna’s wounds. “Talk or not?” she demanded coldly. Ivanna’s agonized screams echoed through the room as she writhed on the floor, clutching at her wounds in desperation. “I‘ Il talk! Please, just let me go.”

Lucy tossed the salt aside. “Speak.”

“If I tell you now, you’ll kill me on the spot,” Ivanna stammered, her voice trembling. “You want to see Camila’s child, right? I’ll take you there.”

Lucy’s gaze remained fixed on Ivanna, her eyes cold and unrelenting. She could see right through Ivanna’s feeble attempts to manipulate her.

“You have two choices,” Lucy said. “One, tell me exactly where Camila’s daughter is, and I’ll let you live. Two, stay silent, and I’ll make you suffer the same way I made Claude suffer.

“Even if you take this secret to your grave, it doesn’t matter. Once I tell Giovani, with his resources, he’ll find Camila’s daughter no matter what.”

Ivanna hesitated, her eyes filled with fear and inner turmoil. “You’d really let me live? Aren’t you afraid I’ll report you to the police?”

Lucy let out a cold laugh. “I’ve killed so many people already. Even if you don’t report me, the police won’t let me off the hook.”

Ivanna realized Lucy was right. Faced with even the slimmest chance of survival, who would willingly give it up? Even a miserable existence was better than immediate death.

Ivanna, after weighing her options, finally revealed the whereabouts of Camila’s child. “I’ve told you everything. Will you let me go now?” she asked.

Lucy’s smile was cold and bone–chilling. “Finally, you’ve done something useful. For that, I’ll grant you a quick death.” Without hesitation, she drove the knife straight into Ivanna’s chest.

Ivanna’s eyes widened in terror. “You lied to me.”

Lucy blinked, her expression mockingly innocent. “I said I’d spare your life, but did I ever say I’d keep my promises?” “You’ll pay for this!” Ivanna spat, her face twisted with hatred and despair.

Lucy chuckled coldly. “Maybe. But you? Your suffering ends here.” She pulled out the knife and stabbed again, tearing Ivanna’s heart into a bloody mess.

Ivanna’s final moments were consumed by agent

Successfully unlocked!

ed away.

Lucy glanced at the two lifeless bodies on the ground, snorted, and walked away.

By the next morning, the gruesome scene was discovered, and the police were called.

*****

Chapter 197 Camila’s Child Was Abused

Lucy’s car raced along the narrow roads until she reached a shabby village. Following the directions Ivanna had given her, she finally stopped in front of a house that didn’t even have a proper fence.

As soon as she stepped out of the car, a shrill voice rang out, “You little brat! Stealing food from your brother? You think you deserve to eat? You’re only good enough for pig slop.”

Lucy turned toward the commotion and saw a frail child being violently thrown out of the house.

The child hit the ground and immediately burst into tears. “Mom, I didn’t take my brother’s food. He dropped it on the ground and didn’t want it anymore. I was just so hungry.”

A moment later, Mary, a middle–aged woman, stormed out of the house, clutching a feather duster in her hand. Her face was twisted with anger, her eyes filled with disgust.

“You ungrateful little pest!” she shouted. “How dare you talk back to me? I don’t even know what kind of trash parents could give birth to a worthless thing like you.

“If I hadn’t struggled for years to get pregnant, I’d never have taken in a money–draining leech like you. Now that I finally have my precious son, you dare to fight him for food? You greedy little wretch, I’ll beat you to death.”

As she spat, she swung the feather duster down on the child who looked no older than three.