They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205 Harry Extra 3

Harry suddenly grabbed Natalie by the arms, his eyes locked onto her face, brimming with guilt and remorse.

Natalie looked at Harry, who was pressed low to the ground, her face full of confusion. “Sir, do you know my mom?”

Harry froze, momentarily dazed. The face before him was almost identical to Camila’s, In his excitement, he hadn’t realized the girl was only twelve or thirteen.

Natalie’s words snapped him back to reality. He studied her closely. Though she resembled Camila, the differences were unmistakable.

Camila had grown up without love, her frail body and sallow complexion a result of years of neglect and malnutrition. Her hair was brittle, her frame so thin she was practically skin and bones.

But Natalie was different. Her long, glossy hair and radiant skin spoke of a life filled with care and affection. Confidence and grace radiated from her, a stark contrast to Camila’s insecurity.

Harry’s eyes reddened, his voice trembling. “You said Camila is your mom?”

“Yes,” Natalie replied, tilting her head. “Who are you?”

Harry couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. He pulled Natalie into a tight embrace. “I’m your mom’s brother–you can call me Uncle Harry.”

Natalie’s polite yet distant demeanor vanished the moment Harry revealed he was Camila’s brother. Her beautiful face darkened, her eyes flashing with a storm of cold anger as she shoved him away without hesitation.

Caught off guard, Harry stumbled to the ground, landing hard as water splashed around him. When he looked up, Natalie’s icy gaze pierced through him, and his heart felt like it had been shattered into pieces.

Stumbling to his feet, he lifted a hand to Natalie’s cheek, desperately hoping that gentleness shown to this familiar face might atone for what Camila had endured.

Camila had spent her entire life yearning for even the smallest shred of affection. She dreamed of her parents and brother offering her a kind word, a gentle touch, or even a fleeting moment of praise.

Just a fraction of the love they showered on Agnes would have been enough to fill the void in Camila’s heart.

But even such humble wishes were never granted.

Now, as Harry tried to touch Natalie, she stepped back, avoiding his hand. His fingers grasped at empty air, and his pupils trembled in disbelief. He stared at Natalie, only to see her expression remain cold, rejecting his touch without hesitation.

Unlike Camila, Natalie had never been starved for love. Though she didn’t have a mother, she had everything else–her father adored her, Lindsey cherished her, and both Hazel and Keira cared deeply for her.

Growing up in an environment filled with love, she would never care about others‘ so–called affection.

“If you have nothing else to say, please leave my house,” Natalie said coldly, brushing past him without a second glance.

Harry stepped in front of her, blocking her path. “Can you at least tell me your name? I’m your uncle, after all.”

Natalie stared at him, her face devoid of emotion. “I’m warning you,” she said sharply, “Don’t try to claim me as family. I don’t have an uncle.”

“Did someone say something to you? Don’t listen to them. I know this is the first time we’ve met, but I truly care about you, Natalie. We’re family–we share the same blood.”

Natalie let out a sharp laugh. Though young, she was far from naive. “Ha! You didn’t even care about your own sister, and now you’re trying to act like you care about me? Do I look like a fool to you?”

“No–no, it’s not like that,” Harry stammered, his voice tinged with desperation. “There was a misunderstanding between your mom and me. I was misled by bad people.

“If I can just clear things up with her, everything will be fine again. Please, Natalie, help me. Call your mom out–I have so much I need to say to her.”

Natalie sneered, her tone dripping with disdain, “You’re absolutely ridiculous.” With that, she turned and walked straight toward the front door, not sparing him another glance.

Harry tried to follow, but Natalie’s driver stepped in to block his way He could only stand there helplessly, watching as Natalie disappeared into the house.

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Harry’s legs gave way beneath him, his hands famyly to the ground. iiis voice cracked and rasped as he cried out,” Camila, I know I’m beyond redemption.

“For the past ten years, I’ve been living in torment, trapped in my own hell. All I ask is for one chance–I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for my sins.”

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Chapter 205 Harry Extra X

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And now, Harry had the gall to call himself her uncle. She watched him oud into himself in the decor cring thes broken man, but all she felt was disgust.

The rain poured down relentlessly, soaking Harry to the bone. Hunched over in the mind, trembling and frenched he prayed his suffering might bridge the void to Carrila’s heart.

She had cared so much about him–surety, seeing him like this would make her come out to comfor him. But to mater how much Harry debased himself, Carrila never appeared.

Night had fallen, and the rain had finally stopped. A sleek Black Rolls–Royce pulled up in front of the villa Soch tested out, dressed in a sharp black suit.

Now nearing forty, Giovani’s presence was even more commanding than it had been a decade ago. His stingy handsome face remained stoic, exuding an aura of authority that made people instinctively shak

Harry, who had been frozen in place outside for hours, struggled to his feet the moment he saw Govan. His legs, outp and unsteady, caused him to stagger and nearly fall.

After steadying himself, he blurted out, his voice trembling with urgency, “Giovanil Where’s Camia? Did you tell her not to see me?

“I’m her brother. Camila has always cared about me. If she knew you were keeping me away, shed be furious

Giovani cast him a cold, disdainful glance from above. “You want to see her?” he asked, his tone sharp and almost mocking “Yes! I need to see her,” Harry replied without hesitation.

“Tomorrow, Giovani shot back curtly, and then turned and walked into the villa without sparing Harry another look Harry opened his mouth to say more but stopped himself when he caught sight of his own disheveled state. He needed to clean himself up and present his best self tomorrow.

He had made mistakes in the past–plenty of them. But he thought that was ten years ago and time would heal everything Besides, he’d spent ten years in prison; surely that was enough to pay for his sins.

Camila was always kind. He was convinced that if he apologized sincerely, she would forgive him. With this comforting delusion, Harry headed home.

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Harry spent the night wide awake, his mind consumed by memories of Camila. Every hurtful word, every cold action be had inflicted on her now felt like sharp thorns piercing his heart.

He repeated to himself, “Tomorrow, I’ll set things right. I’ll win Camila’s forgiveness, cost what it may. She’s soft–hearted. After seeing me–a broken ex–con after ten years–she’ll surely forgive me.”

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The next morning, Harry woke up early. He stood in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting his suit, tying his tie, and even spraying on a faint touch of cologne.

He wanted to look presentable. After all, this was his first time seeing Camila in ten years, and he needed to leave a good impression. Taking a deep breath, he finally stepped out of the door.

When he arrived at the Campbell residence, he was stopped by the bodyguards. Harry frowned, his tone sharp with impatience, “Move aside.”

The bodyguards didn’t budge, one of them replying coldly, “Wait here.”

Harry’s face darkened, but Giovani’s warning echoed in his mind. He didn’t dare lose his temper. If he caused a scene, Giovani might really refuse to let him see Camila.

Gritting his teeth, he stayed put, waiting. The minutes dragged on, each one testing his patience, but he didn’t dare leave.

Chapter 205 Harry Extra 3

Finally, Giovani and Natalie emerged from the villa. Natalie was dressed in a pale pink dress, her hair tied into a neat ponytail, looking sweet and innocent. Giovani, as always, was imposing in his sharp black suit, his gaze cold and unyielding. The moment Harry saw them, he rushed forward, his voice tinged with urgency. “Where are you going? Didn’t you say I could see Camila today?”

Giovani’s eyes flicked to him, his tone calm but commanding. “If you want to see Camila, get in the car.”

Harry’s heart leapt. Without hesitation, he opened the car door and climbed in. It was only then that he noticed the car was filled with flowers. Confused, he hesitated but didn’t dare ask. ‘Maybe Camila likes these flowers, he thought.

He convinced himself that Camila must have arranged for them to meet at a hotel. A quiet dinner would be perfect. They could talk, reconnect, and maybe even start to mend what was broken.

The car ride was silent. Harry stared out the window, watching the scenery pass by. But the further they drove, the more uneasy he felt.

The car wasn’t heading toward the city–it was going to the outskirts. His chest tightened, and he finally broke the silence.” Giovani, where are we going?”

Giovani didn’t answer.

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