They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206 Harry Extra Final

Harry struggled to rise, but his efforts were futile. His body felt completely drained, as if at his strength had teen schooed away. He stared at Camila’s photo on the tombstone, her gentle festu

pain was unbearable

now outing into his heart like sharp blades. The

Blood sprayed from his mouth again, some of it splattering onto Camilla’s tombstone

Giovani’s brows furrowed deeply, a flicker of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

Natalie, without hesitation, shoved Harry aside. “Get away! You’re dirtying my mom she said coldly Pulling a hand from her pocket, she carefully wiped the blood off the tombstone

Though she was just a child, the reverence and tenderness in her gaze made it seem as though she were handing the most precious treasure in the world, one that could not tolerate even the slightest berrich

Harry lifted his head in agony, his bloodshot eyes brimming with despair. He turned to Gioveni, his voice trembling with rage. “Did you tell her everything about Camila?”

Giovani looked down at him, his expression calm but unyielding. “Yes, 1 did”

Harry’s eyes burned with fury. “Why would you tell her that? She’s just a child. How could she possibly hande Kr

Giovani’s lips curled into a cold smile. “What I teach my daughter is my business, not yours; he said idly. “Nesale can be kind, but she needs to know how cruel the world can be. She won’t grow up blind to it.

“Camila was too kind, and that’s why she was hurt by people like you. But my daughter? When faced with people like you, she will fight back, not endure.”

After carefully cleaning the tombstone, Natalie finally turned to look at Harry. Despite her young age, the coldness on her face sent chills down anyone who saw her. Her features bore a striking resemblance to Camila, but her aura was unmistakably Giovani’s,

“My dad taught me well” she said, her voice calm but cutting. “I can be kinder than anyone, but more ruthless than the cruelest monster. People like you don’t deserve mercy,”

Harry stared at Natalie in a daze, as if he couldn’t believe such words were coming from a child. His body began to tremble uncontrollably. “I know I am wrong,” he muttered, his voice breaking.

Natalie let out a cold laugh, her expression far more mature than her years. “You’re too late. What I needed was my mom, not an uncle like you. If you truly feel sorry for my mom, then do her a favor and never show up here again.”

Harry’s spirit was crushed under the weight of guilt. Every word from Natalie struck him like a thunderclap. He reached out, wanting to touch the cold tombstone, but before his hand could make contact, Natalie slapped it away without hesitation.

Natalie snapped, “Don’t touch my mom.”

Harry murmured in pain, his voice barely audible. “Is there any way I can make it up to her? Even if it means guarding her grave for the rest of my life…”

Hearing this, Natalie frowned, her tone filled with disdain, “There’s no need. Your being here only taints her memory. Leave, and don’t ever come back.”

Harry collapsed to the ground. “No, I won’t leave. I want to stay here with Camila. I need to atone for my sins.”

Natalie turned to Giovani. “Dad, have someone get rid of him. He’s too noisy–he’ll disturb Mom.”

Giovani chuckled softly. “You’re right, Camila always loved peace and quiet. Someone, get him out of here.”

At his command, several bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses appeared and began dragging Harry away without hesitation.

“I’m not leaving. No!” Harry struggled desperately, his eyes fixed on Camila’s tombstone. But no matter how hard he fought, the bodyguards dragged him away. His anguished cries echoed through the cemetery, lingering painfully in the air.

Giovani glanced at his watch and said to Natalie, “Natalie, it’s time for us to go.”

“Okay.” She nodded, and then turned to the photo of Camila on the tombstone. “Mom, Dad and I will come back to visit you soon.”

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Harry’s mind was a chaotic mess as he staggered down the street hie etons unsteady and his gaze hollow. Camila’s black- and–white photo on the tombstone was etched Successfully unlocked!

“It’s impossible. I don’t believe it. Camila must still be alive. Youre lying to ine,” he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling and fragmented. He wandered aimlessly, the world around him blurring into indistinct shapes and colors.

Suddenly, a girl in a flowing white dress appeared in his line of sight. Her features–her brows, her eyes–bore an uncanny resemblance to Camila’s. Harry’s pupils dilated, and a wild joy flashed across his face. “Camila! Camila.”

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Chapter 206 Harry Extra Final

He charged forward like a man possessed, but before he could reach her, the girl stepped into a sleek black Bentley. The car roared to life and sped away, leaving Harry behind in the dust.

“Camila, don’t go! Please, Camila, just look at me one more time. I was wrong–I’ll never treat you like that again. I’ll protect you, cherish you, give you everything.

“Please, just stay, Harry cried out, his voice breaking as tears blurred his vision. He chased after the car with all the strength he could muster.

No matter how much he shouted, the car didn’t stop. Passersby cast him strange books, their expressions a mix of pity and disdain, but Harry didn’t care. His entire world was fixated on the Bentley disappearing into the distance.

Suddenly, his foot caught on something, and he stumbled, crashing hard onto the pavement. His palms scraped against the rough ground, and a sharp pain shot through his knees, but he barely noticed.

Reaching out toward the direction where the Bentley had vanished, he clawed at the air, as if trying to grasp the last shred of hope slipping away from him.

Harry sat there for what felt like an eternity, unmoving, as waves of pedestrians came and went. It was only after an indeterminate amount of time that he slowly got up, his movements sluggish and heavy.

By the time Harry returned home, the sky had already turned pitch black. His steps were unsteady as he approached the front door, only to see a familiar black Bentley parked outside.

A man in a black suit leaned casually against the car. When he saw Harry, he said calmly, “You’re finally back.” Though ten years had passed, and both men had changed somewhat, Harry recognized him instantly. It was William. Given the harm William had caused Camila, he should have faced harsher consequences. However, Giovani had only bankrupted the Connor family without pursuing further retribution against William or his parents, largely out of consideration for Emily.

William’s expression remained as cold and stern as ever, his brows shadowed by an unshakable sorrow. Harry’s face was indifferent as he asked icily, “What do you want?”

William gestured toward the house behind him. “I want to buy the Jackson residence.” Though the Connor family had gone bankrupt, William’s sharp business acumen had allowed him to rebuild their fortune over the past decade.

While they were no longer as powerful as before, William had clawed his way back to wealth, now standing as a multimillionaire.

Ever since the Connor family’s resurgence, William had been intent on purchasing the Jacksons‘ villa. However, as the sole heir, Harry had been in prison, so William had no choice but to wait for his release.

Camila had lived in this house for three years. William wanted to stay in the place where she had once lived, hoping to find traces of her life there.

Harry let out a cold laugh. “Do you really think I’d sell the place where Camila lived to you?”

A flicker of pain flashed in William’s eyes, almost imperceptible. “Harry, for the past ten years, I’ve thought about her every single day. I just… I just want to be closer to her, to feel like she’s still here.”

Without hesitation, Harry rejected him outright. “Not for sale.” He brushed past William and headed toward the house.

William grabbed his arm abruptly. “Name your price. I’ll pay whatever you want.”

Harry shook him off. “I don’t want your money, and I won’t sell the house. Please leave.”

After all, Harry himself longed to be closer to Camila. She was gone, and if he sold the house, he would lose the last connection he had to her.

Especially the small storage room where Camila had lived for three years. It was a place he’d once dismissed, yet now he longed to live there every day, experiencing the hardships she had endured. It seemed like the only way he could atone for his sins.

“Harry, you’ve got a criminal record. No one’s going to hire you. How are you planning to support yourself?” William blocked his path, his tone calm but firm.

“I can give you money. Take it, and you can live the rest of your life peacefully. All I want is the house.”

“Get out!” Harry roared, shoving William with all his strength. “If I have to die, I’ll die right here in this house.” William staggered back from the force of the shove, nearly losing his balance.

Suddenly, the car door swung open, and a girl in a white dress stepped out. Without hesitation, she slapped Harry across the face. “How dare you lay a hand on William?” she snapped, her chin raised defiantly, her face full of fury.

Harry’s rage flared, but the moment his eyes landed on the girl’s face, his eyes widened openly. In an instant, all his anger evaporated.

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“Camila… Camila! You’re here. I knew you’d come back to me. I knew you’d be alright.” Harry’s voice cracked as he pulled the girl into his arms, his laughter and tears blending into madness.

“Let go of me, you lunatic! Who even are you?” the girl struggled against him, her voice rising in panic. “William, help me Snapping out of his daze, William grabbed Harry and yanked him away, landing a punch squarely on his face. “Get a grip, Harry,” he roared.

Harry stumbled back from the blow, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth: Slowly, he turned his head, his face eently calm but his eyes burning with suppressed rage. Without warning, he lunged at Wam, throwing a punch that landed solidly on his face.

William wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes flashing with anger. He retaliated with a punch of his own, and the two men began trading blows, one punch after another.

The girl stood frozen, watching the chaos unfold. “Stop it! Please, stop,” she shouted, her voice trembling, but the two men ignored her completely.

The sharp click of high heels echoed through the air, and a woman in a red dress appeared nearby. She watched the scene with a mocking smile, her eyes filled with disdain.

“All this over a counterfeit? How pathetic,” she sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “If only you had cared this much about Camila back then, she wouldn’t have died so young. Now that she’s gone, you want to play the grieving saints? What a joke.”

Ever since Camila’s death, William had been searching for women who resembled her. Over the past ten years, he’d found more than a dozen–some had similar silhouettes, others shared her profile, and a few even had personalities like hers. These women became his emotional crutches.

The current girl was the closest match yet, from her figure to her features. With a little grooming, she could resemble Camila by seventy or eighty percent.

Emily understood what William was trying to do. He wanted to find a woman who looked like Camila, move her into the house where Camila had lived, and delude himself into believing Camila was still with him.

Emily felt nothing but disgust. They had all but ignored Camila when she was alive, and now they were falling apart as if they’d ever cared. It was pathetic. If Camila’s spirit were watching, she wouldn’t be moved by their actions; she’d find them utterly laughable.