They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43 Camila’s Cold Detachment

Harry quickly accoed Arthur, saying. Dad calm down. Let’s talk this through”

Arthur glared at Camila furiousty and said. “Harry let go of mel Today, I must teach this disrespectful brat a lesson?

Harry held onto Arthur tightly refusing to let him get anywhere near Camilla

Camila watcher Arthur coldly filled with nothing but degust for this so–called father of hers.

Arthur really never leamed his lesson. The last time she fought back with a knife, he was so scared he nearly wet his pants. And yet, just a few days later he dared to lay hands on her again.

She could feel Arthur’s hatred toward her–different from Belinda and Harry’s. His loathing came from the very depths of his

heart

He was her biological father, yet every time he saw her, it was as if he were looking at his worst enemy.

Under Camila’s icy gaze. Arthur snapped “Apologize to your mother and to Agnes?

“Apologize? Camla asked indifferently “Why should I apologize?”

Arthur’s eyes widened with rage. You hurt Agnes and made your mother ory Shouldn’t you take responsibility?

1 hit Agnes because she deserved it. And as for Mrs. Jackson crying, that’s because she’s done too many shameful things. What does that have to do with me?” Camilla retorted, her words firm and unwavering

Arthur trembled with fury and lunged at Camilla again, but Harry held him back. Looking at Camila anxiously, Harry pleaded.” Camila, can’t you just say less?”

Camila crossed her arms and sneered, “He’s about to hit me, and I can’t even tak back?”

“Camila,” Harry frowned, his voice filed with disapproval. “He’s still your facher*

Camila let out a cold laugh. “My father died a long time ago. I’m an orphan.”

Arthur’s fury exploded in an instant. His eyes widened with menace, veins throbbed along his neck, and his jaw tightened so hard he looked like a beast ready to pounce.

His trembling finger pointed at Camila as he roared, “You bring nothing but misfortunel Ever since you came back, this family has had no peace. You were sent here to ruin us!”

Camila’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Oh, I wouldn’t dare take that tide. If anything, it suits you much better. If you hadn’t slept like a dead pig that night and completely ignored your newborn daughter, I wouldn’t have been kidnapped and turned into an orphan.

“If you hadn’t insisted on adopting Agnes, she wouldn’t have schemed against me time and time again after I returned to the Jackson family.

“You are the one who destroyed this household. You created this mess. And yet, you push all the blame onto me, a powerless woman? You’re not just a bringer of misfortune–you’re a coward with no sense of responsibilityr

Camila’s words poured out like a flood, her long–suppressed resentment and grievances finally unleashed. Every sentence was a sharp blade, cutting straight into Arthur’s ego.

As the chairman of the Jackson Group, Arthur had always been revered. Even though he was in his fifties, he had kept himself well–maintained–tall, distinguished, and exuding wealth and power. He was the epitome of an attractive older man, far from what one would call an aging fool.

But now, his own daughter had just humiliated him in front of everyone. He was so enraged that his chest tightened, his breathing turned erratic, and he could barely form a sentence. “You… you…

His mouth opened, but it was as if something had lodged in his throat, leaving him unable to speak.

“You what?” Camila pressed on mercilessly. “If I were you, I’d have killed myself out of shame the moment I lost my own child. But look at you–alive and well, showing no guilt at all.

“Not only do you have the audacity to keep living, but you even think you have the right to hit me? Just because you’re you think that makes you right?”

Belinda gasped in horror, covering her mouth. Her face was filled with fear and panic. “Camal How can you talk to father like that? You’ve gone too far!*

Agnes had stopped crying. Peeking out from behind Bashewhispered “Camila, how could you curse Dad to die That’s so unfilial.”

Camila let out a laugh as if she had just heard the biggest joke. “Too far? Unfilial? Do you even deserve my respect? Ask yourselves–have you ever treated me like family? You treat me like garbage, so I give you the same energy. Got it?” Arthur was completely enraged. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like an enraged bull.

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Chapter 3 Camda’s Cold Detachment

With a violent shove, he broke free from Harry’s grip, raising his fist to strike Camila.

This time, neither Harry nor Belinda stopped him. They simply stood by, as if allowing Arthur to teach Camila a lesson.

Just as Arthur’s fist was about to land, Hazel suddenly rushed forward, shielding Camila. “Mr. Jackson, you can’t hit her! Miss Jackson is still injured!”

Arthur roared, “Get out of my way! I’ll beat this disrespectful brat to death today!”

With that, he swung his fist toward Hazel’s face.

Hazel squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact.

But after a long moment, nothing happened.

Slowly, she opened her eyes–only to see Camila standing there, holding a sharp utility knife. The blade gleamed under the light, pointed directly at Arthur’s fist.

Camila’s eyes were as cold as ice. She gripped the knife steadily, not a single tremor in her hand. If Arthur dared to move, the blade would pierce straight through his flesh.

The air grew thick with tension. Everyone sucked in a sharp breath.

Arthur’s rage remained, but now, it was mixed with fear.

This was the second time Camila had pulled a knife on him. How could she dare?

Camila’s voice was chilling. “Try moving again. You want to hit me? Let’s see which is faster–your fist or my knife.”