Chapter 31 Pity Her
Chapter 31 Pity Her
Hearing Arthur’s words, Hazel was so enraged that her body trembled.
As biological parents, they had failed to care for Camila, losing her the moment she was born. That was their dereliction of duty. They even adopted another daughter to ease their grief over the loss of their own child.
But what about Camila? She ended up in an orphanage, enduring an untold amount of hardship to survive until the age of fifteen.
She finally returned home, hoping for a peaceful life, but the past three years had been a nightmare. After finally being accepted into Wasmore University, there wasn’t even a graduation banquet for her. Instead, she was falsely accused and sent to prison.
When she was released, she was nothing but skin and bones, with crippled legs. One could only imagine the abuse and mistreatment she had suffered in prison.
Just when she thought she had survived the worst, she was forced to endure another round of torment from this demonic family.
Agnes usually despised soup, calling it nothing more than water, and she hated it more than anything. But now, with only one bowl left, Hazel wanted to take it to Camila, and Agnes actually tried to snatch it from her.
Hazel couldn’t believe that Arthur and Belinda didn’t know Agnes hated soup. They knew full well, yet they still chose to favor her, completely ignoring the fact that Camila had lost a finger and was lying in a hospital bed.
Hazel thought, ‘Camila must have been incredibly unlucky to be born into the Jackson family.‘
Hazel had a daughter of her own and couldn’t even bear to think about it. If Lucy had been treated this way, her heart would have shattered.
The pain she felt for Camila, combined with her anger at the entire Jackson family, made her blood boil.
She was so furious that she almost wanted to throw the steaming hot food from the thermos straight at Arthur’s cruel, arrogant face.
But since Lucy needed money for school, she still relied on the Jackson family for work. Hazel lowered her gaze and forced herself to push down her rage.
Agnes’s eyes sparkled with malice, and her lips curled into a smug smile that she couldn’t hide. She didn’t like soup, but she wouldn’t let Camila have a single bite–not even if it was fed to the dog.
Agnes thought, ‘Hazel has such pity for Camila, doesn’t she? Today, I would make sure this old woman loses her job because of Camila. Let’s see if she would pity herself or Camila.‘
Just as she was about to stir the pot, a loud crash echoed through the room, making all four people jump in shock.
Once their hearts stopped racing, all four pairs of eyes turned toward the sound, only to see a broken vase lying on the floor in the middle of the living room. Harry was standing on the second floor, his cold gaze fixed on Agnes.
When their eyes met, Agnes’s face flickered with panic, and she quickly masked her smug expression.
Harry shot her a chilling look, then descended the stairs with deliberate steps, each one exuding a powerful, commanding presence. His aura was so overwhelming that even Belinda and Arthur were temporarily stunned.
With each measured step, it felt as if the floor itself was trembling under the weight of his presence, tightening everyone’s
chest.
He reached Agnes, grabbed the soup from her hands without hesitation, and smashed it onto the floor. The bowl shattered, and the soup scattered in all directions.
“Ah!” Agnes screamed in shock, clutching tightly to Belinda’s waist.
“What were you laughing at just now?” Harry’s gaze locked onto her face. “Tell me.”
Agnes trembled uncontrollably. “Harry, I wasn’t laughing.”
Belinda, both shocked and angry, cried out, “Harry, are you out of your mind? You scared Agnes!”
Harry stared directly into Belinda’s eyes. “Mom, is it only Agnes that matters to you? Isn’t Camila your biological daughter
too?
“Last night, you pushed her so far that she had to cut off her own finger to repay you for giving her life. Don’t you feel any pain for her?”
Belinda’s face drained of color under his questioning, and she stammered, “I… I… of course, I care.” Her voice was barely a whisper, lacking any conviction.
Harry shouted in frustration, “If you care, then why, knowing full well that Agnes hates soup, would you rather give it to her instead of giving it to Camila?
Chapter 31 Pity Her
“Can’t you see how thin and frail Camila has become? Don’t you realize who truly needs the nourishment?
“Do you even understand, Mom, that Camila has lost more than just a finger? She’s lost…” He faltered, the words choking in
his throat.
Just thinking about what Michael had told him last night–that Carnila had lost her left kidney–felt like a knife twisting in
his chest.
Camila was only twenty–three. So young. She’d spent five years in prison, had her leg broken, and now one of her kidneys was gone. Her future was already slipping away.
Harry’s eyes were bloodshot with a mix of pain and fury. “Mom, Camila is your daughter. Can’t you at least feel sorry for her and treat her better?”
Belinda fell silent, guilt washing over her. Tears began to fall from her eyes.
“Enough!” Arthur suddenly roared, his face dark with fury. “How dare you speak to your mother like that?
“I must have done something terribly wrong to have a daughter like Camila. She’s cruel, nobody likes her, and it’s all her fault.
“She chose to cut off her finger on her own–no one forced her. As far as I’m concerned, both her hands should be cut off. Maybe then she’ll stop pushing people down the stairs.”
Arthur’s fury was so intense, he was practically spitting lies, piling blame on Camila without a second thought. He didn’t even blink as he did it.
Harry met Arthur’s gaze, his face a mask of pure disappointment. “When Mom gave birth to Camila, she begged you to take care of her, and what did you do? You fell asleep, and that’s how Camila was stolen from us.
“If she hadn’t been taken, she would’ve had a good education and wouldn’t be any worse off than Agnes. We owe her, but somehow, in your eyes, it’s all her fault?
“Was it her fault she was stolen right after birth? Was it her fault she grew up in an orphanage? Is it really her fault that a young lady from a wealthy family had to live like a stray dog?”
Arthur’s head was spinning as Harry’s sharp, merciless words sank in. His blood boiled with anger, and the fury he’d been holding back exploded.
“You… you ungrateful son!” Arthur’s hand shot up, slapping Harry hard across the face.
The force of the slap made Harry’s head jerk to the side, and a thin line of blood immediately appeared at the corner of his mouth. The last shred of hope in his eyes vanished in that instant.
Camila had lost her hand, her leg, and now a kidney. And only now, after all that, was Harry finally starting to realize he should have treated her better. But it seemed like it was too late.
A bitter, sardonic smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. The blood at his lips made the expression even more jarring. As the smile faded, his tears began to fall uncontrollably, hot and relentless.
“Camila must regret coming back to this family.”
After saying that, Harry wiped the blood from his lips, not bothering to glance at Belinda and Arthur or Agnes.
Instead, he turned to Hazel. “Hazel, go take food to Camila. Whatever she wants to eat, get it for her. And if anyone dares try to steal her food, I won’t hesitate to cut off their hand!”
His voice was icy, and it sent a chill down everyone’s spine.
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