They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57 William’s Ecstasy

The moment Camila saw William, images of her time in prison flooded her mind–vivid, haunting memories of being beaten, her attackers‘ twisted faces leering as they yanked her hair, forcing her to look up

“Don’t blame us,” one of them sneered “Mr. Connor promised that if we took good care of you, he’d find a way to reduce our

sentences

They never said who Mr. Connor was, but she knew. It had to be William. Only he had the power to extend his reach into

prison.

For three years during high school competitions, she had naively thought of William as nothing more than a refined, aristocratic young man.

But in prison, she saw his true nature–his gentlemanly demeanor was merely a facade. In reality, he was ruthless, vindictive, and utterly merciless.

It was as if she had awoken from a dream. She instinctively recoiled, stumbling backward, as though escaping from a deadly predator. Her eyes widened with raw terror.

William’s gaze darkened. Her desperate retreat, as if he were something unspeakably vile, stung his pride. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

Panic surged through Carmila. Her mind reeled, her vision swam, and as she kept backing away, she lost her footing, about to fall

William reacted swiftly, reaching out and pulling her into his arms. His hand tightened around her waist, feeling its alarming frailty

“Why is she so thin? he thought, frowning

Camila’s heart pounded violently at his sudden embrace She instinctively wanted to struggle, but her body felt as though it was bound by invisible chains, rendering her motionless

She could feel his cold, domineering presence enveloping her–an aura honed through years in the business world, exuding absolute control. Even breathing became difficult

William looked down at her. Her once–clear eyes were now brimming with fear and unease. Her long lashes trembled like a frightened fawn’s

A complex emotion flickered in his gaze as he smirked “Why are you running?

His voice, deep and magnetic, cared an unsettling sharpness in the tense atmosphere.

Camila fought to escape his grip, but his arms were like iron shackles, unyielding

She lifted her head, and their faces were so close that she could feel his breath against her skin

Her heart pounded even harder. Lowering her gaze in panic, she pressed her hands against his firm chest, pushing with all her might

“L–let go of me” She tried to sound composed, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her fear

To her, William was a blade hanging over her neck–one wrong move, and he could end her Distance was her only safeguard

William saw the turmoil in her eyes. A flicker of hesitation crossed his face, but he quickly buried it beneath indifference “Why are you so afraid?”

th his w

usual cold

He was caught between two impossible choices–his biological sister and the woman he had loved for three years Shouldn’t he be the one in pain? And yet, Camila always acted as if she had suffered the greatest injustice.

What angered him most was the way his heart ached for her.

William thought. How could I allow myself to feel sympathy for her? How could I justify that to Emily, lying helpless in a hospital bed?

Camila away

At that thought, his expression hardened. Without warning, he shoved She staggered backward, barely managing to steady herself when her shoulder collided with the wall. The jolt of pain

excruciating.

Her injury wasn’t fully healed yet, and she bit d betrayed the agony she was enduring

Successfully unlocked! ry. But the veins bulging on her forehead

Her face turned deathly pale. Beads of cold sweat dampened the strands of hair at her temples

ami’s hand instinctively twitched, wanting to reach for her but he restrained himself.

His fingers clenched and unclenched at his side, tom by inner conflict

Chapter 57 Willum’s Eestom

A strange, sour ache spread in his chest as he watched her suffer. The emotions he had long suppressed stirred restlessly. Camila, after steadying herself, hesitated before cautiously stepping forward. One step. Two steps. Three steps….

William neither followed her nor called out to stop her

Her heart, which had been wound light with fear, slowly began to relax

She felt as if she had just escaped the gates of hell. Without daring to look back, she quickened her pace.

William watched her thin, limping figure retreat into the distance. His heart clenched. At last, unable to bear it, he called out, “Camila”

His voice was soft, almost tender, like a spring breeze.

But Camila didn’t react. Ever since Belinda had struck her head, her hearing had deteriorated. The only ear she had left was unreliable, sometimes plunging her into silence.

William assumed she was ignoring him. But some things had to be said.

Raising his voice, he wamed, “Giovani isn’t easy to deal with. You shouldn’t marry him.” Giovani was a titan in the business world, a man whose power and ruthlessness had allowed him to dominate the vast Campbell family empire.

The Campbell family wasn’t just a wealthy household–it was a financial dynasty, bound by rigid traditions.

Camila would never find happiness there.

William thought this would make her stop. But she didn’t

Camila couldn’t hear him at all. At that moment, all she could hear was a persistent ringing in her ears.

She had no desire to stay outside anymore. She just wanted to return to her hospital room as quickly as possible.

William stood frozen, watching her disappear into the distance. The chasm between them felt insurmountable.

Yet, the storm raging in his heart refused to let him sever their connection.

Chase her! an inner voice screamed. If he let her go now, they might never cross paths again.

He was about to take a step forward-

But his phone rang.

He hesitated, then took it out. It was Emily’s doctor.

Suppressing the turmoil in his chest, he answered, “Hello?”

“Mr. Connor, please come to the hospital immediately. Your sister is showing signs of waking up,” the doctor said.

William’s heart leaped with joy.