They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 232

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My name was Natalie. I had a mom who was a top scientist and a dad who was a big shot in the business world. 14y parents were deeply in love, and they were the most affectionate couple I’d ever seen.

Born into a family like mine, I was destined to be spoiled from the start. Not just by my parents and great–grandma, but adho by my grandparents and uncle. To them, I was an absolute treasure.

Even though they spoiled me, they were very strict about my upbringing. When I stated kindergarten, the teachers taught us to be kind, work together, be friendly, and learn to share.

When I told Mom what the teacher said, she looked at me seriously and said, “Sweetheart, your teacher’s right, but there’s something even more important you need to know.

“If someone is mean to you or tries to bully you, you don’t have to put up with it. You don’t need to be kind to people who hurt you. Stand up for yourself and fight back.

“And if there’s something you really love and don’t want to share, that’s perfectly okay. You have every right to keep it for yourself.”

I asked in a puzzled voice, “Mom, if I do this, does that mean I’m not a good kid anymore?

She smiled gently, stroked my hair, and said, “The most important thing is to protect yourself first. Only then can you think about being a good kid.

“Sweetheart, remember, your dad and I work hard to stand at the top so no one can push us around, and to make sure no one can push you around either.

“We’ve got your back, always. We don’t go looking for trouble, but we’re never afraid to face it. Got it?”

At that time, I didn’t fully comprehend, but I had complete trust in Mom. I knew she would never say anything to hurt me. Because I believed in Mom’s words, I have never felt insignificant or defeated when facing challenges. At school, no one dares to pick on me.

Maybe it was my personality–or maybe my family’s influence–but I never wielded it against others. Life at preschool was pretty great; I was happy every day. But lately, I kept noticing a strange man around.

That man looked about the same age as my dad. He was tall and good–looking, and his eyes even reminded me a little of Mom. He often showed up near my school.

I had seen him many times during drop–off and pick–up. And every time I noticed him, he was always watching me. About two weeks went by, and one day, Sean was late picking me up. All the other kids had already left, and I was the only one still there. That strange man finally walked up to me.

He looked at me with kind, gentle eyes, like he wasn’t a bad guy. “Natalie,” he said softly, calling my name.

I stared at him, confused. “Do you know me?”

“I’m your uncle,” he said.

“Uncle?” I frowned, my brows furrowing in confusion. “You’re lying. You’re not my uncle.”

His face fell, and he looked hurt. He tried to explain, “I really am your uncle, Natalie. How about I take you home?”

He reached out, trying to pick me up, but I really didn’t know him. There was no way I’d let him hold me. Mom and Dad had always told me never to go anywhere with strangers.

I quickly darted behind my teacher and grabbed her leg. “I don’t know him. He must be a kidnapper. Call the police and catch him.”

Harry froze at those words. Only after his mother passed did he fully remember his previous life. The nightmares he’d suffered in prison weren’t dreams–they were real events that had happened before.

Every day was torment. He had thought about going to Camila, trying to explain everything, but after witnessing his mother die without ever earning forgiveness, he didn’t dare face her.

He knew well that the harm he’d caused to Camila was just as bad as his mother’s. If Camila couldn’t forgive her own mother, she’d never forgive him. So, he stayed quietly in Sancho, and the years passed by.

For years, he lived with a constant pang of regret. He had vowed not to disrupt Camila’s life, but in the end, he couldn’t resist and made his way to Northeville.

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Happily, that alone was enough to satisfy him. It was only after he arrived in Northeville that he learned that Camila and Giovani had a daughter, a little girl named Natalie.

With the same name and the same appearance as in her old life, Camila had never known she had a daughter in her previous life. This time, she finally lived a happy life, surrounded by love and care.

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For Harry, the greatest regret was failing to earn Camila’s forgiveness. His second regret was not being able to connect with his only niece in his previous life.

He and William had spent their days in the villa where Camila once lived, clinging to memories of her. They didn’t last many years before passing away. Now, seeing Natalie again filled Harry with bittersweet joy.

He hadn’t planned to approach her, content with just watching her from a distance. But today, the driver who was supposed to pick up Natalie never showed.

He watched Natalie standing by the school gate, looking around with a lonely expresion. Unable to hold back, he walked over, only to be surprised by how cautious Natalie was.

“Please, Natalie. I’m not a bad guy, I swear. You have to believe me,” Harry pleaded desperately.

But Natalie wasn’t convinced. She pointed at him and commanded the security guards, “Catch him. He’s trying to kidnap me.”

The guards were fully aware that Natalie was the beloved daughter of Camila and Giovani, the beloved princess of both the Campbell and Stuard families. Anyone daring to kidnap her was practically asking for trouble.

Without a word, the security guard grabbed Harry, not giving him a chance to explain. He was immediately taken to the police station. No matter how Harry tried to explain, the guard refused to listen.

Natalie stood there, observing him struggle with a calm and indifferent expression. She tilted her head slightly, puzzled by the faint unease welling up in her chest as she saw Harry in such distress.

Frowning, she quickly dismissed the feeling. It must be that weird uncle messing up her mood. Just then, the Campbell family’s car finally pulled up. Natalie got in and glanced out the window. She saw Harry still desperately trying to explain himself.

At the Campbell residence, Natalie cheerfully ran inside. “Lindsey, I’m home from school.”

Lindsey lit up with joy at the sight of her precious great–granddaughter. “Our darling Natalie is back. Slow down, sweetheart, or you might trip.”

Natalie threw herself into Lindsey’s arms, snuggled close, and rubbed her cheek like a little kitten. Lindsey chuckled and asked, “Sweetheart, how was school today? Did you have a good time?”

Natalie nodded. “It was fun, just like always. But…”

“But what?” Lindsey asked, her curiosity piqued.

Natalie didn’t hold back. “I met a strange man at the school gate. He said he was my uncle and kept trying to take me away.”

Lindsey’s expression immediately turned serious, her protective instincts kicking in.

Lindsey asked, “Natalie, do you know him?”

Natalie shook her head. “No, I’ve never seen him before. That’s why I thought he was a kidnapper. So I told the school security guards to catch him and send him to the police station.”

Hearing this, Lindsey finally relaxed and smiled warmly, “You did the right thing, sweetheart. Never trust strangers, especially when the family car isn’t there to pick you up.”

Natalie said, “Don’t worry, Lindsey. I know. Mommy and Daddy have told me that too.”

Even though Natalie was safe, Lindsey couldn’t shake off a lingering sense of unease. She thought, ‘Who would dare to try and take Natalie from the Campbell family? It is beyond belief.‘

Lindsey immediately picked up the phone and called Giovani, recounting everything that had happened at school today.

Giovani’s face darkened. His wife and daughter were his bottom line, and anyone daring to abduct his daughter was unforgivable. Without hesitation, he dropped everything, drove to the police station, and there, he confronted Harry.

“I’ve already told you, I’m not a kidnapper. I’m Natalie’s biological uncle.” Harry was still trying to explain himself to the officers when Giovani walked in.

“So, it’s you,” Giovani said, his tone cold and cutting. “Ten years in prison, and you still haven’t learned your lesson? What’s next? Have you decided to set your sights on my daughter?”

Harry hesitated for a moment before replying, “Giovani, you know that’s not what I meant.”

Giovani raised an eyebrow, his voice sharp. “The only thing I know is that you once tried to take my wife’s kidney to save your sister. That’s all I need to remember.”

Harry felt a sharp pain in his chest from those words. He hated himself, just like his mother had hated herself until the day she died. Fate had given him a second chance, but it felt like a cruel joke.

If only he had returned earlier, he wouldn’t have repeated the same mistakes this time. Yet, the outcome was the same–an endless cycle of regret and unbearable pain.

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In a desperate voice, Harry pleaded, “Giovani, I came to Northeville with no ill intentions. I just wanted to see Camila and Natalie. After all, I’m their blood brother and uncle. I swear, I mean no harm.”

Giovani’s expression remained cold and unwavering. “You should be aware that Camila doesn’t want to see you. And as for my daughter, she doesn’t need an uncle who once hurt her mother.”

“I’ll let this slide for now, but if it happens again, you’ll regret it.” With that, Giovani stood up, turned on his heel, and walked

away.

Harry buried his face in his hands, overwhelmed. Camila had never forgiven him, never given him a chance to make things right. The guilt weighed on him like a black hole, pulling him under.

Harry stumbled out of the police station, lost in a daze. He had planned to return to Sancho, but he just couldn’t let it go. Instead, he went straight to the National Research Institute to wait for Camila,

“Camila, I messed up. Please, just forgive me,” he pleaded, his voice trembling, his posture utterly defeated.

As long as she forgave him, he’d agree to die on the spot without a second thought. It had become his obsession–not just his alone, but one that carried his mother’s guilt too.

“Camila, I know we wronged you, but I’ve already paid the price in my previous life. Isn’t that enough?” Harry asked, his voice cracking with desperation.

Harry said, “Do you even know? Mom’s gone. She passed away without ever hearing a word of forgiveness from you. Do you have any idea how much regret and pain she took to her grave? She couldn’t rest in peace.

“The mistakes we made in our old life–do you really have to carry them into now? What do I have to do for you to let go of your resentment? Camila, I’m begging you, please forgive me.”

Camila, now nearly thirty, had grown into a composed and mature woman. Her gaze was cold and detached, devoid of any trace of pity. “Not ever,” she said firmly, her tone cutting like ice.