They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 203

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The heavy gates creaked open, their sound echoing in the still air. Harry, his hair cropped short, stepped out slowly. The sunlight was harsh, forcing him to squint as his eyes adjusted.

Ten years behind bars had left the outside world feeling both familiar and foreign. It was as if he had been transported through time, everything around him seemed distant and unreal.

His mind wandered back to a decade ago, to the day he had stood at thege very gatas, brimming with confidence, waiting for Camila to be released.

Back then, he’d been full of suspicion, convinced her limp was just an act. He had mocked her relentlessly, brushing off her five years in prison as if they were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

But now, after enduring the suffocating agony of losing his own freedom, he finally understood. The streets, the trees, the sky–they were all the same as before, yet they felt cloaked in a heavy sadness, a bleakness that weighed on his heart.

Once, he’d eagerly come to meet Camila when she was released. Now, as he walked out, the gates opened to emptiness. No one was there to greet him–not a single soul. The loneliness hit him like a biting winter wind, cutting straight to his

core.

Harry trudged forward, his steps heavy and aimless. Without realizing it, he found himself heading toward home. At the intersection, the red light forced him to stop. He stared blankly ahead.

A sleek black Rolls–Royce glided by. Through the half–lowered window, he spotted a girl in a Sancho High School’s uniform, her high ponytail bouncing with youthful vigor.

Her delicate skin gleamed in the sun, her slightly chubby face alight with a carefree grin, and her big, twinkling eyes brimming with youthful energy.

The girl was undeniably beautiful, but what truly froze Harry in place was her striking resemblance to Camila.

Harry’s eyes widened openly, and before he could think, he was chasing after the car, shouting, “Camila!” The Rolls–Royce sped away, leaving him far behind.

He stopped, his chest heaving, and let out a bitter laugh. “What was I thinking?” he muttered to himself. “Camila… she’s not that young anymore.”

When he went to prison, Camila was twenty–three. Now, ten years later, she was thirty–three. There was no way she could look so youthful. The girl in the car couldn’t have been older than twelve or thirteen.

Inside the Rolls–Royce, Natalie Campbell glanced at the rearview mirror, her curiosity piqued. “Dad, did you see that guy? He was chasing us and yelling Mom’s name.”

Giovani narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing within them. His voice was calm but carried an edge. “Probably just a case of mistaken identity,” he said, his tone guarded.

He sighed, thinking, ‘It has already been ten years. Harry is out of jail now.’

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Harry walked for over three hours before finally arriving at the Jackson residence. As he stood before the iron gates, he froze, completely stunned by the sight before him.

Thick rust coated the gates, and wild weeds choked the yard. The once–pristine garden lay in disarray, flowers and plants overgrown. Cracks marred the villa’s exterior, evidence of years of neglect, reducing the elegant home to ruin.

Harry’s heart sank as he stared at the wreckage of his home. He murmured, “How has it come to this? Where are Mom and Dad? Where is Camila?”

During his ten years in prison, not a single person had come to visit him. He had been completely cut off from the outside world, left in the dark about everything that had happened.

Now, having endured the same pain, he finally understood the bitterness in Camila’s voice when she sat in his car after her release. Her words were cold and cutting as she recounted the five years she spent in prison without a single visit from her family.

A bitter taste filled Harry’s mouth as he took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. Slowly, he reached out and pushed against the rusted iron gate. The gate creaked loudly, its rusty hinges groaning in protest.

He stepped inside the villa. Everything was exactly as it had heon ton vears ago, unchanged in arrangement but transformed in atmosphere. Back then, the hous Successfully unlocked!ure of warmth and care. Now, every surface was

buried under a thick layer of dust.

“Mom? Dad? Camila? Where is everyone?” Harry’s voice echoed through the hollow silence of the villa, swallowed by the emptiness.

His gaze swept over the familiar furniture and decorations, each a silent reminder of the warmth that once filled this place.

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Now, all that remained was an unbearable silence, a haunting void where Me had once thrived.

Harry wandered through the Jackson residence, each step peeling back layers of the past he’d rather leave buried.

He passed his parents‘ room, where their belongings sat untouched, cgated in years of dust. Even his own room, once a sanctuary, now felt cold and unfamiliar

Finally, he reached the small storage room where Camila had lived. The last time he’d been here, he’d seen her awards and the Wasmore University offer.

Back then, the guilt had crushed him, leaving him breathless and brokensHe’d noted her diary too, but the pain had been too much–he couldn’t bring himself to open it.

Now, as he stepped into the room again, it was like stepping back in time. The desk, the folding bed, and the cluttered corners, untouched and frozen in time, remained exactly as they had been ten years ago.

He slowly approached the desk, pulling open a drawer to find the diary still there. He picked it up, sat down on the folding bed, and carefully opened it to the first page.

The paper had yellowed with age, but the handwriting was still crisp and clear. His fingers traced the faded pages, as if he could reach across time and touch the pain and hope Camila’d left behind.

[Friday, June 12, 2007, Sunny.

[I have parents now! And even a super–handsome CEO brother. They came to the orphanage to take me home. I used to be a nobody, an orphan no one cared about. But now, I’m the daughter of the Jackson Group. It feels like a dream.

[When I was little, I always wished I could have parents. I never thought that one day, this wish would actually come true. [My dad is tall and dignified. Even though he’s older, he’s still strikingly handsome, like a silver fox. My mom is elegant and beautiful, with a figure that turns heads and a wardrobe that screams luxury.

[And my brother? He’s the perfect mix of both of them, inheriting all their best traits.

[I feel so lucky to be part of the Jackson family!]

The memory of that day when they had brought Camila home played vividly in Harry’s mind, every detail as clear as if it had just happened.

It was a sunny afternoon. Harry drove his parents to the orphanage to pick up Camila. When they arrived, Camila was standing at the entrance, nervously watching them. She wore a faded, hand–me–down dress, her hair slightly messy, and her face a mix of tension and hope.

The moment Harry laid eyes on Camila, he frowned in disgust, “This is her? Seriously? She’s so short and scrawny. Mom, Dad, are you sure she’s not from the wrong family?

“She looks so shabby–I don’t see anything ‘Jackson‘ about her.” He didn’t even think before speaking, and he made sure to say it loud enough for her to hear, just to put her in her place.

Camila’s face turned bright red, her fingers twisting the frayed edges of her dress. She lowered her head, standing there awkwardly, not saying a word. She didn’t argue or explain herself, just quietly followed them to the car.

During the ride, she sat perfectly still, as if afraid that even the slightest movement might provoke another scolding from him.

When they arrived at the Jackson residence, Camila stood in front of the grand mansion, her eyes wide with wonder. She tilted her head back to take it all in, her voice trembling with excitement. “Is this my home now? I’ll be living in such a beautiful house from now on? Mom, Dad, Harry, I feel so happy–it’s like a dream.”

But Harry didn’t hold back. He sneered, his voice dripping with mockery, “Look at you, acting like you’ve never seen anything nice before. It’s just a house, and you’re this excited?

“Let me make one thing clear–you’re here for the money, aren’t you? Well, don’t even think about it. This house is under Mom’s name, and if it’s ever transferred, it’ll go to Agnes, not you. Don’t get any ideas.”

Camila’s face instantly turned pale, and a flicker of hurt flashed in her eyes. She lowered her head and softly said, “Harry, I’m not here for the money. I just… I just wanted a family.”

Harry let out a sharp, dismissive laugh, his lips curling into a sneer, and said nothing more. He watched as Camila walked into the mansion, her small figure looking especially lonely under the sunlight. At that moment, his heart held no sympathy, only cold indifference and disdain.

He never stopped to think about how much his words might have hurt her.

Now, he was sitting in the cramped storage room where Camila once lived and flipping through her diary. Every detail he had once brushed off felt like a dagger, each one cutting deeper into his heart.

He finally understood that behind every smile of Camila’s was a deep sense of helplessness and pain. She had tried so hard to fit into the Jackson family, while he had done nothing but make it harder for her.

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‘Camila, I was so wrong,” Harry murmured, his voice trembling with regret. Tears finally broke free, streaming down his face. It took him a long time to steady himself before he turned to the next page.

[June 13, 2007, Saturday, Overcast.

(it was my first day living with the Jackson family. Since it was a Saturday, I woke up early to make breakfast for everyone. I wanted so badly to fit in and hoped they’d like what I made.

[But things didn’t go as planned. After Agnes ate the breakfast I prepared, she had an allergic reaction and broke out in

hives

[Mom, Dad, and Harry didn’t even ask what happened–they just scolded me harshly. The way they looked at me… it was as if I was nothing but a nuisance,

I was heartbroken, but I knew it was my fault. Agnes ended up in the hospital because of me. So, even though they yelled at me, I didn’t argue back. I believed that if I treated them with sincerity, they would eventually change their opinion of me.]

Harry’s mind replayed the events of that day. He could still see Agnes covered in hives, and his anger surging uncontrollably. He had stormed over to Camila and shoved her hard.

Camila, already frail, stumbled and hit the dining table. The dishes on the table crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces. She fell onto the broken shards, her hands getting cut, blood dripping onto the fragments.

Instead of showing concern, Harry shouted, “I barely touched you, and you’re already pretending to fall? Do you think we can’t see through your pathetic act?

“First, you harmed Agnes, and now you’re trying to make me look bad. You want Mom and Dad to lose faith in us so you can take the family inheritance for yourself. You’re truly despicable.”

Camila’s eyes reddened as she shook her head desperately. “Harry, I didn’t-”

But Harry cut her off coldly. “Plus, I don’t have a scheming sister like you. To me, Agnes is my only sister.”

He didn’t even glance at Camila’s bloodied hands. Instead, he picked up the allergic Agnes and, accompanied by their parents, rushed to the hospital. They didn’t return until late that night.

When they came back, the dining room had already been cleaned up. Camila was sitting on the living room sofa, waiting for them. As soon as she saw them, she approached and asked about Agnes’s condition with concern. “How’s Agnes? Did the doctor say she’s okay?”

But Harry kept accusing Camila of being fake and insincere.

Arthur spoke coldly. “Prove your remorse–stay here review your mistakes all night. Words mean nothing without action. If not, leave now and return to the orphanage. We don’t need someone as cruel as you, someone who’d harm her own sister.” Despair flickered in Camila’s eyes, but she gritted her teeth and slowly bowed. In a low voice, she said, “Dad, Mom, I know I was wrong. I’ll reflect on my actions.”

Harry observed her head droop in submission, but he felt no sympathy. He simply said coldly, “Stop pretending,” and went

upstairs.

He thought she would return to her room once they were asleep. But the next morning, he woke up to find Camila collapsed in the living room, her face pale, and burning with a fever.

At the time, he sneered, “Don’t think that making yourself look like this will get our attention. People like you, raised in an orphanage, learn too many disgraceful tricks to draw attention. Every one of your pitiful schemes is crystal clear to me.

“If you want to pretend to faint, then let’s see how far you’ll go. Someone, drag her out into the yard. Let’s see how long she can keep up this act.”

That day, it rained. Camila was left in the yard, drenched for over an hour. It wasn’t until Hazel couldn’t bear it anymore and pleaded on her behalf that they allowed her to bring Camila back inside.

If Harry recalled correctly, the rain triggered pneumonia in Camila. Her frail constitution, weakened by a night of forced immobility in the cold, left her vulnerable. The pneumonia progressed to acute respiratory distress. She was hospitalized, and doctors issued a critical condition alert.

At the time, Arthur had been particularly anxious, hiring the best doctors and using the finest medicine to treat Camila. Harry had thought it was an act of fatherly love. But now he realized it was fear–fear of losing Agnes’s kidney donor.

Harry sat on the folding bed, the diary slipping from his hands onto the floor. His fingers clenched tightly, turning pale, as silent tears fell onto the yellowed pages, leaving blotchy stains.

“Camila, I’m so sorry. I was wrong. Where are you?” Harry’s voice trembled with emotion.

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