They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41 So What?

The meaning behind those words couldn’t be clearer

Just because Camila had endured hardship all her life, it somehow made sense that she was destined to

reduced to nothing more than a pawn in an arranged marriage.

If Camila had heard this, even though she had long since given up on this family, the idea of being treated like a merecen piece would still fill her with anger and resentment

Belinda wiped her tears and smiled, gently stroking Agnes’s hair. “Don’t be upset, Agnes. You and William are engaged of course, we wouldn’t let you be the one to marry into the Campbell family

“Just focus on being William’s fiancée. Once the Eastville project stabilizes, your father and I will doons por wedding with the Connor family.”

Agnes’s cheeks flushed. She felt both shy and excited at the same time.

Arthur, watching the tender mother–daughter moment, finally smiled. “William is still outside. You two should go and keep him company. Harry and I have matters to discuss.”

Belinda and Agnes left.

Harry’s gaze lingered on their retreating figures, his mind troubled by the thought of Camila being forced into a marriage. A vague unease settled in his heart. He wanted to say something but, in the end, he swallowed his words.

The study fell into a deep, suffocating silence once they were gone.

Arthur let out a heavy sigh, sinking wearily into his chair. He rubbed his temples and said, “Harry, I know you care about Camila, but this is the only option we have. The fate of the Jackson Group depends on this. None of us have a choice

Harry said, “I know…”

Agnes glanced toward the sofa but didn’t see William or Camila anywhere.

Just as confusion flickered across her face, William emerged from the dimly lit hallway on the first floor

Agnes froze. ‘Why would William be there?‘

Then, a thought struck her, and her expression changed. ‘The storage room at the end of that hallway… That’s Camila’s room. Could it be…?‘

A terrible suspicion took root in her mind, and with it came a surge of hatred so intense it made her breath hitch. Camila, you wretched little slut. You dare seduce William right under my nose? Clearly, I haven’t taught you enough of a lesson.”

Forcing a smile, Agnes said sweetly, “William, where did you go?”

William replied nonchalantly, “Just taking a walk. It’s getting late. I should go.” His expression was calm, unreadable.

Agnes felt reluctant. “Stay for lunch.”

“No, thanks.” Without another word, William turned and walked out of the Jackson family home.

Agnes’s gaze followed him until his figure disappeared completely. Then, she slowly turned her head toward the shut door at the end of the hallway, her eyes narrowing with jealousy.

She turned back to Belinda with a bright smile. “Mom, lunch is almost ready. I’ll go upstairs and call Camila down.”

Belinda, sitting comfortably on the sofa, nodded approvingly, watching Agnes bounce up the stairs with a look of pure affection.

But Agnes had no intention of calling Camila for lunch. She needed to confirm something. She strode into Harry’s bedroom, her heart pounding.

The moment she pushed the door open, her expression darkened. Camila wasn’t there.

Agnes gritted her teeth as she took in the lavish, princess–style décor. The moment Camila was hospitalized, Harry had ordered the room to be remodeled.

‘I underestimated her.’ Agnes’s nails dug into her palms. ‘She’s only been back for a few days, and already she’s stol Harry’s attention.‘

A cold, ruthless glint flashed in her eyes. If Camila wasn’t in this room, then she was in the storage room.

And if Camila and William had really been in that storage room together… The mere thought of it ignited a furious blaze inside her, threatening to consume her sanity.

Harry’s love belonged to her. William belonged to her.

She thought, ‘Camila, you shameless bitch. You dare touch what’s mine? You deserve to die.‘

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At that instant, Agnes had already devised a way to get rid of her

The stormed downstars

Belinda noticing she was alone, frowned. ‘Agnes, where’s Camila?”

Agnes put on a pitiful expression. “She wasn’t in Harry’s bedroom. She must have gone back to her own room.”

Belinda stiffened. She knew exactly where Camila’s ‘room was. When Harry had led her to that storage room, her heart had nearly stopped

She couldn’t believe that Camila had spent three years living in a dark, windowless, damp storage room.

So when Marry decided to transform his own bedroom into a princess–style haven as a surprise for Camila, Belinda had fully supported it, hoping it would help mend their broken relationship.

But ever since Camila woke up, she had shown no gratitude, no appreciation.

And now, she had chosen to go back to the storage room. It felt like a slap in the face, a deliberate act of defiance meant to torment her.

Belinda’s face was a mix of sadness and frustration. She was heartbroken by Camila’s choices, yet exasperated by her stubbornness.

Just as she was about to get up and go to the storage room, Agnes stopped her “Morn, let me go instead. We’re closer in age–I think she’ll listen to me more.”

Belinda sighed and sat back down. Agnes was right. As Camila’s elder, it wasn’t her place to beg.

She nodded, allowing Agnes to go.

The moment Agnes turned away, the warmth vanished from her face, replaced by pure malice.

Step by step, she walked toward the storage room.