They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 200

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In the Campbell residence, the craft room was cloaked in dim light. Heavy curtains blocked out the sun, leaving the room steeped in an oppressive stillness, as if life itself had been drained away.

Giovani sat slumped in a chair, his once–robust frame gaunt and frail. His usually impeccable loungewear hung loosely on him, wrinkled and disheveled. His eyes, once sharp, now stared emptily into the void, as if the very essence of him had been hollowed out.

He clutched “Majestic Bloom” tight. His fingers, long and elegant, traced the delicate silk threads with a gentle, almost reverent touch. It was as if he were trying to draw Camila’s warmth from the fabric, clinging to the faintest remnants of her presence.

The door opened with a soft creak. Keira stood in the doorway, her eyes instantly welling up at the sight of Giovani’s haggard face. Her voice quivered as she softly called out, “Mr. Campbell, please come eat something.”

But Giovani sat there, unresponsive, as if he hadn’t heard a word.

Keira’s heart ached. She wanted to say something to comfort him, but her throat felt tight, and the words wouldn’t come. She just stood there, feeling helpless, and let out a quiet sigh.

She shook her head, turned to leave, her steps slow and heavy, and ran into Lindsey. Lindsey’s back was slightly bent now, and her eyes looked weary and sad. She seemed to have aged a decade in just over a month.

“Mrs. Campbell, you have to talk to him,” Keira said urgently. “He’s been drinking or just sitting in here, staring at that embroidery all day. He’s wasting away.”

Just mentioning Camila’s name made Keira’s tears spill over. Her voice choked up. ‘Camila was such a sweet girl. It’s so unfair that she’s gone, she thought.

Lindsey’s eyes filled with tears too. Since hearing about Camila’s death, she felt like her heart had been shattered. She’d fainted a few times from the grief.

She barely ate or slept. Every night, she’d remember Camila’s bright smile and how gentle she was, and it would make her chest hurt all over again.

The pain had been unbearable for weeks, but lately, it had started to ease a little. They had to move on–Camila was already gone and nothing could change that.

Lindsey walked up to the craft room door and looked inside. She sighed deeply, “Giovani…”

The room remained as silent as ever. Giovani gave no response.

She continued, “I know you miss Camila, Giovani. I miss her too. But she’s gone, and she wouldn’t want you to live like this. Please, pull yourself together.”

No matter how much Lindsey tried to get through to him, Giovani just sat there, unresponsive.

Lindsey’s heart ached, and she felt so weak she could barely stand. Keira saw it and quickly moved to steady her.

Lindsey looked at Giovani, slumped and lifeless, and felt a wave of sadness. He’d always been so distant when it came to relationships. At nearly thirty, he’d never shown any interest in anyone.

She’d even wondered if he just wasn’t the type to fall in love. Then Camila had come along, and now she was gone. With his personality, Lindsey feared he’d never let another woman into his life again.

It wasn’t that Lindsey was pushing him to get married or have a family. If he wanted to be alone, that was fine. But the Campbell legacy was too important to end with him. They needed an heir.

Lindsey sighed deeply, her voice soft but earnest, “Giovani, I’m not trying to force you into anything. But the family legacy can’t end with you. All I’m asking is for you to have a child.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or a girl. Even if you never get married, I’ll support whatever decision you make. Can you do that for the family?”

For the first time, Giovani spoke, his voice flat and cold. “Isn’t my sperm already stored at Northeville Hospital? Just use that.”

Lindsey had suggested freezing his sperm years ago. Seeing how disinterested he was in relationships, she’d worried about his fertility as he got older.

She’d wanted to make sure there was a backup Successfully unlocked! ally. Now, it looked like that decision might be

their only hope.

Lindsey sighed again, feeling the weight of the situation, “Alright. But do you have any thoughts on who the mother should

be?”

If it wasn’t Camila, it didn’t matter who it was. Giovani’s gaze was empty, and he spoke without any emotion. “It doesn’t

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matter. Whoever.”

Lindsey’s heart ached at his despondent look. “Alright, I’ll let Sean handle the details,” she said gently.

Giovani just sat there in a daze. Lindsey didn’t say anything more. With Keira’s help, she slowly walked away.

Three days later, Sean burst into the Campbell residence, papers clutched in hand. His face was a mask of urgency. “Mr. Campbell, I’ve found something you need to know.”

Giovani glanced up, his eyes flat and distant. “What is it?” His voice was a monotone, barely interested.

Sean took a deep breath, steadying himself. “Mr. Campbell, two years ago, someone tampered with your frozen sperm at Northeville Hospital.”

Giovani’s reaction was a barely perceptible flicker. “Oh,” he said, as if someone had mentioned the weather. His gaze drifted back to the embroidery in his hands.

Sean watched him, feeling a pang of frustration. He could see the news hadn’t even registered. But what came next would be a bombshell.

He took another breath and plunged in, laying out everything he’d uncovered. As he spoke, something shifted in Giovani’s eyes. The emptiness began to crack, and a spark of something–shock, maybe–flickered to life.

Giovani’s eyes snapped back to Sean, his voice rough with emotion. “Camila and I have a daughter?”

“Yes, Mr. Campbell, Sean confirmed, nodding firmly.

For a moment, Giovani was still. Then, like a dam breaking, his body shook. The embroidery slipped from his fingers, falling forgotten to the floor as the weight of the revelation hit him.

Years ago, Camila was savagely attacked–her kidneys stolen and her body forced into ovulation. Ivanna and Claude, fearing exposure, fled to Northeville instead of staying in Sancho. They believed that being overly cautious was better than risking discovery.

In Northeville, they tried to fertilize Camila’s eggs with multiple sperm samples, but nearly all attempts failed, costing them a fortune.

Enraged and frustrated, Ivanna and Claude’s hatred for Camila intensified, blaming her for their misfortune.

With only one egg left, they spared no expense to ensure its fertilization. After carefully selecting a high–quality sperm sample, they unknowingly chose Giovani’s.

Given Giovani’s prominent status, his sperm was not supposed to be accessible to just anyone.

But driven by greed, Ivanna used underhanded methods to obtain it. They had no idea the donor was Giovani, only that he

was wealthy.

Their plan was simple: if the child’s kidney matched Ivanna or Agnes, they would keep the child as a backup. If not, they could still exploit the child’s wealthy biological father for financial gain. Either way, they believed they had nothing to lose. But fate had other plans. Before Ivanna could act on her schemes, she was killed by Lucy. Later, Lucy discovered the child born from Camila and Giovani.

Sean had uncovered every detail of this twisted tale. Even with all his experience, he found the revelations overwhelming. His heart ached for Camila, whose life had been a relentless struggle against cruelty.

Giovani had once been her beacon of light, illuminating her dark world. Now that she was gone, their child was all that remained of her light–a fragile hope that might just mend Giovani’s broken heart.

Sean’s voice rang out in the room, each word landing like a blow on Giovani’s heart. His slumped posture gradually straightened, and a flicker of life returned to his eyes. His voice trembled, hoarse and desperate. “Where is she?”

Sean’s expression softened as he watched Giovani’s desperation. He knew how deeply Giovani loved Camila, and this child was the last thread connecting them.

Taking a deep breath, Sean said, “Lucy entrusted the child to Turner before she passed. The child should be at Turner’s place now. I’ve been trying to reach him, but his phone keeps going to voicemail. Mr. Campbell, I can go get Ms. Campbell myself.”

Giovani lurched to his feet, but the sudden movement and his weakened state made him sway. He collapsed back into the chair, gasping for breath. “I… I’ll go with you. Right now.”

But then he paused. “No, I can’t go like this.” He looked at Sean. “I’m a mess. I’ll scare the child. I need to clean up first.” Giovani’s emotions surged as he struggled to stand. Though still weak, his eyes blazed with new life. The thought of having a child with Camila gave him a renewed sense of purpose.

“Mr. Campbell, you’re too weak right now. Let me go and bring Ms. Campbell back myself,” Sean suggested.

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“No, I have to go myself,” Giovani insisted, staggering toward the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Giovani emerged from the bathroom, looking like his old self again–composed and dignified. But he was thinner now, and a shadow of sadness lingered on his face.

The car tore down the street, Giovani’s knuckles ghostly white as he clung to the armrest. His eyes were glued to the road ahead, like he could force them to Turner’s house faster with sheer will.

Sean glanced over, keeping his eyes mostly on the road. “Don’t worry, Mr. Campbell, The kid’s gonna be okay”

Giovani stayed silent. His mind was a mess of Camila’s smile and the daughter he’d never even seen. He pictured her calling him “Dad.” If only Camila were still alive, they’d have a real family.

The car finally screeched to a halt in front of Turner’s place. Sean gave a light knock on the door, but nothing. He frowned and knocked harder. “Turner, you home?”

Nothing. The door stayed shut, mocking them.

Sean turned to Giovani, his expression uncertain. “Mr. Campbell, it seems Turner isn’t here.”

Giovani’s face fell. Turner had vanished after Lucy’s death. No one had seen him in weeks. No one knew what he was doing.

Giovani took a shaky breath, trying to keep it together, but his heart was pounding. He slammed his fist against the door, voice rough. “Turner, open up!”

The door stayed shut, and Giovani staggered slightly, his shoulder colliding heavily with the cold wall.

Sean quickly stepped forward to steady him, concern etched on his face. “Mr. Campbell, are you alright?” Giovani shook his head, his voice hoarse. “I’m fine.” He lifted his gaze, staring intently at the closed door.

Sean spoke softly, trying to calm him, “Mr. Campbell, maybe we should leave for now. Turner might come back later.” Giovani hesitated for a moment, his eyes lingering on the door before he reluctantly turned to leave.

Suddenly, the door squeaked open a tiny bit. A little head, fuzzy with hair, poked out, and big, curious eyes looked up at Giovani and Sean. “Who you looking‘ for, mister?” she asked, her voice small and sweet.

Giovani turned sharply. Seeing the girl’s face, so much like Camila’s, hit him like a punch. His eyes misted over, and tears spilled down his cheeks.

She had Camila’s eyes and her lashes, but her hair was stringy, and her face was thin and pale, making her look even more vulnerable.

Giovani’s hands shook as he reached out. “I’m… I’m your dad,” he said, his voice cracking.

The girl froze, her eyes filling with confusion. She clung to the doorframe, looking scared.

Giovani knelt down, his hands hovering, not wanting to scare her. He softened his voice. “Hey there, sweetheart. I’m your dad. I’m here to take you home.”

She tilted her head, studying his tearful face, and then looked at Sean. After a moment, she blinked and said in a clear, childish voice, “Daddy?”

“Yes, I’m your daddy.”

She had never imagined her dad would be so nice–looking, even prettier than the actors on TV. And he felt familiar, like someone she’d always known. She smiled. “Are you really taking me home, Daddy?”

Giovani smiled softly, “Yes, I am. We’re going home together.”

“When we go home, will I get to see Mommy?”

Her question was a sharp, sudden pain in Giovani’s chest, like a knife twisting.

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