They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208 Camils Extra 2

Chapter 208 Camila Extra 2

Camila turned to Lionel, who frowned and said sternly, “That’s absurd. Carrila has always been a kind and sensible gir There’s no way she’d hit someone without a reason, if she did, you must’ve been in the wrong first. Apologize to her right now!”

Lionel’s words left Camila momentarily stunned. She had heard these exact words countless times before, but in her previous life, they were spoken by the Jackson family. Back then, they weren’t defending her, their own daughter, but Agnes instead

Arthur, Belinda, and Harry would always lash out at Camila without bothering to find out the truth. They’d even force her- the victim–to apologize to Agnes, the one who had caused the trouble.

Camila had endured so much injustice in the Jackson family. She had never thought that someone would use those same words to genuinely stand up for her ‘No wonder Agnes was always so smug. Being protected like this… it feels so comforting, so surreal

“My nose is bleeding, and you’re still siding with Camila?” Owen complained. He lifted his shirt, revealing bruises on his stomach. “See this? She hit me with a basketball and kicked me. You can’t just favor her because she’s good at studying.” Lionel frowned, his displeasure evident in the sharp crease of his brows. His tone turned stern as he said, “Owen, you’re always causing trouble and stirring up drama. I don’t believe for a second that Camila would hurt you without reason. You must have provoked her first.”

Turning to Carnila, Lionel’s expression softened instantly, his voice filled with concern. “Camila, tell me, did Owen bully you first?”

The five–year–old Camila raised her chubby, cute face, her large, round eyes shimmering with innocence and purity. Even without saying a word, her adorable appearance melted hearts instantly. Lionel, meeting her unblemished gaze, became even gentler. “Don’t be afraid, Camila. If Owen bullied you, just tell me. I’ll make sure to stand up for you.” Camila nodded, her chubby cheeks jiggling adorably with the motion, making her look even more endearing. “Sir, he threw the basketball at my head and told me to pick it up for him. When I said no, he said he’d hit me.”

“He even called me a useless bookworm and said studying is pointless,” she added, blinking her big eyes with feigned innocence. “Is that true? Is studying really useless? If it is, maybe I should stop studying and just play all day like they do.” She’d said it deliberately. In her previous life, Owen had been nothing but an ungrateful leech. She had worked herself to the bone to support his education, only for him to squander the money on luxury goods and help Agnes frame her, ultimately sending her to prison.

This time, she would make sure he tasted the bitterness of being falsely accused, just like he had done to her. Lionel’s expression shifted, his face alternating between pale and flushed as his anger simmered. Camila wasn’t just a bright student; she was a prodigy, someone the nation needed.

At only five years old, she had already taken a national–level exam–a genius who shouldn’t be stifled by trivial distractions but nurtured to grow into someone who could contribute to the country.

Everything had been fine until Owen not only bullied her but also dared to discourage her from studying, urging her to waste her potential. This was tantamount to sabotaging a national treasure.

Lionel was so furious he wanted to slap Owen, but with outsiders present, he restrained his anger.

Still, he scolded Owen harshly, “Owen, how dare you try to mislead Camila into giving up her studies? At your age, how can you have such malicious thoughts?”

Owen’s eyes turned red from the reprimand. He shook his head and protested, “Sir, I didn’t. She’s lying.”

“You messed up, and instead of owning up to it, you’re trying to pin it on Camila?”

“Please! You have to believe me. I didn’t do it–Camila’s making things up.”

“Enough!” Lionel pointed at Owen, his face full of disappointment. “Camila has always been a sweet and sensible girl. She’d never stir up trouble, let alone lie about something like this.”

Owen, still just a kid, felt utterly wronged. Being scolded on top of being falsely accused was too much for him, and he broke down in tears.

He cried, “Mr. Miller, please believe me. I’m not lying–it’s Camila who’s making things up. I never said she shouldn’t focus

on her studies. I swear.”

But no matter how Owen cried, Lionel remained unmoved. He frowned at Owen’s tears and said sharply, “You’ve got the nerve to cry? Look at Camila–she got hit on the head, but she’s not making a fuss. Yet here you are, playing the victim.” Owen bit his lip, his face full of defiance as tears streamed down his cheeks.

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Watching Owen’s aggrieved expression, Camila felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her.

The woman in the elegant dress, who had been quietly observing from the side, bent down slightly. Her gaze met Camila’s as she softly asked, “Hey there, little one. Are you Camila?”

Camila glanced at the family of three. Their tailored outfits and polished demeanor screamed wealth and privilege. She could even catch a whiff of the soft, floral scent of the woman’s perfume.

Putting on her most innocent expression, Camila tilted her head and said sweetly, “Ms. Pretty, do you know me?”

The compliment made the woman’s smile even warmer. She reached out to gently at Camila’s head and said, “You’re such a little genius. Not only do I know you, but I bet everyone in Laystoland does too.”

Camila’s eyes narrowed slightly. She had no idea she was this famous. If the Jacksons found out she was their daughter, they would try to take her back early. She couldn’t let that happen.

The woman spoke with a kind and loving tone. “Camila, I would love to adopt you. Would you like to come home with us?”

In her previous life, they wanted to adopt Camila even without her genius reputation. And now, they were just as determined.

This time, she wouldn’t let the chance slip away. Camila reached out her chubby little hand to hold the woman’s. “I—”

“Don’t adopt her. She’s nothing but a liar,” Owen suddenly interrupted.

“Owen, what nonsense are you spouting now?” Lionel snapped. This couple had promised to donate 300 thousand dollars to the orphanage–offending them was absolutely not an option. Everything had been going smoothly until Owen decided to ruin it.

“I’m not lying. Camila is the liar here. Just now, I didn’t stop her from reading, but she accused me of doing so. She’s only five years old and already lying through her teeth.

“When she grows up, she’ll definitely turn out to be a troublemaker. Who knows, she might even commit terrible crimes and end up in prison as a criminal,” Owen retorted.

“Owen, shut your mouth! Do you even hear yourself?” Lionel’s fury erupted, his voice booming across the room.

Out of sight from everyone, Camila pinched herself hard, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes. She sobbed, her voice trembling, “Hurting people and breaking the law is wrong. I would never do something so awful. I’m not a bad person. I’m not a criminal…”

“Criminal“-a label that haunted her previous life. Not this time. This time, she’d make sure no one dared to smear her name. At five years old, her innocence was her best shield.

Besides, good students were always favored, and she was a recognized prodigy. Sure enough, as soon as Camila started crying, Lionel’s heart shattered.

Ever since Camila had displayed extraordinary intelligence at the age of one, Lionel had treated her with utmost care, almost like his own daughter. Camila had never disappointed him. Graduating from high school at such a young age had brought pride to the entire orphanage.

Now, seeing Camila cry, Lionel’s heart ached deeply. Overcome with rage, he slapped Owen across the face. “Spouting nonsense at such a young age–what will you grow into? Someone, take him away.”

At Lionel’s furious command, the caregivers rushed to drag Owen out of the place.

Listening to Owen’s frustrated cries, Camila felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her. She had finally taught Owen a harsh lesson. She thought, ‘Let’s see how far Owen gets without me this time. A lawyer? Not a chance.‘

Lionel shook his head helplessly and said, “Mr. and Mrs. Stuard, I’m sorry for the commotion. Camila is such a bright, sensible, and well–behaved child. She’s always been the pride of our orphanage. With the right care, I’m sure she’ll grow into someone truly remarkable.”

The couple, Harrison and Irene, were clearly pleased with Camila. Irene leaned closer, her gaze warm and gentle as she asked, “Camila, would you like to come home with us?”

“I’d love to!” Camila nodded eagerly.

“Camila, this is your big brother, Joseph,” Irene introduced with a smile.

Camila turned to Joseph, her wide eyes sparkling with innocence as she chirped, “Joseph, nice to meet you.”

Joseph, only ten years old, had a serious expression that made him look like a little adult. But when Camila sweetly called him, his face flushed red. “Me too,” he replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Camila tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Joseph was shy. She reached out and grabbed his hand, and his ears turned crimson instantly.

Yet, he kept his face stern, looking as serious as ever. This contrast only made him all the more adorable in Camila’s eyes. After the adoption paperwork was finalized, Camila climbed into the car with them. She sat quietly throughout the ride, her

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demeanor as obedient as ever.

As the car drove out of Sancho, Camila tilted her head and asked curiously, “Dad, Mom, where are we going?”

Irene, sitting in the front passenger seat, turned around to look at her with a loving smile. “Sweetheart, we don’t live in Sancho. Our home is in Northeville, and that’s where we’re headed.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Giovani lived in Northeville. She thought maybe she would meet him.

Thinking about Giovani, Camila felt a mix of joy and heartache. She couldn’t help but wonder, ‘What’s Giovani doing now that I’m gone?‘

Camila bit her lip lightly, her emotions swirling as she gazed out the car window. The familiar streets of Sancho gradually disappeared, replaced by sprawling fields.

Joseph, sitting beside Camila, noticed her unusual expression and leaned in slightly. “Camila, are you okay? Feeling unwell?” he asked softly, his voice carrying the clear innocence of a child, tinged with genuine concern.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Camila turned to Joseph and flashed a sweet smile. “I’m fine. I was just thinking about Northeville. It’s my first time going there, and I’m curious about what it’s like.”

Joseph hesitated briefly before reaching out to pat her head gently, like a little grown–up. “Northeville’s a fun place. I’ll take you to explore it later,” he said with a grin.

A warm feeling spread through Camila’s heart. The family love she had missed in her previous life seemed to be slowly filling the void.

The drive from Sancho to Northeville took several hours. Camila’s small body couldn’t handle sitting for long, and after about an hour, her eyelids grew heavy. Before long, she drifted off to sleep.