Chapter 92
Chapter 92
Belinda’s slap sliced through the air with force, showing no intention of holding back. Right in front of the gathered guests, she was determined to teach Camila a harsh lesson.
The crowd erupted in murmurs, the previously calm atmosphere now charged with tension. Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on Camila, waiting for the slap to land.
But before Belinda’s hand could strike Camila’s face, Turner, standing protectively beside her, caught Belinda’s wrist mid–air.
With a sharp motion, Turner flung Belinda’s hand away. Belinda staggered backward several steps, nearly losing her balance, drawing gasps of surprise from the surrounding guests.
Belinda’s face burned with humiliation as the crowd’s reactions echoed around her.
She stared at Camila, her eyes filled with shock, as if she had been betrayed by someone she trusted the most. Anger and shock surged within her.
Camila met her gaze with icy indifference, her eyes devoid of any emotion. Cold and detached, she looked at Belinda as though she were nothing more than a stranger.
This complete disregard pierced Belinda’s heart deeply. She had expected Camila to feel guilty, to be afraid, or even to break down in tears and beg for forgiveness for leaving the family. But Camila’s emotions remained calm and unshaken.
Belinda stood frozen, her face filled with disbelief. She didn’t love Camila, but the thought of Camila no longer needing her affection was unbearable. Once, Camila had yearned for Belinda’s love, humbling herself just to earn a fleeting glance.
Belinda’s finger trembled as she pointed at Camila, her voice breaking with sobs. “Camila, how could you just stand there and let him treat me like this? I’m your mother!”
Camila’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile, as if she were watching a ridiculous performance. “So, Mrs. Jackson, you remember you’re my mother now? Funny. I didn’t know mothers greeted their daughters with a slap to the face.
“Or is slapping me your idea of a reward?
“If that’s the case, let me make it clear, Mrs. Jackson–I don’t need your so–called rewards. Feel free to save them for Agnes instead.”
Camila’s voice was soft, but her words were sharp and cutting, mocking Belinda mercilessly.
The surrounding guests began whispering among themselves, their curious and judgmental gazes fixed on Belinda.
As a socialite, Belinda valued her reputation above all else. But now, she was utterly humiliated by Camila. Her face flushed red with anger, then paled as the guests‘ judgmental stares bore into her.
“I–I only hit you because I was worried about you,” she stammered. “A young girl running away with nothing. I can’t even imagine how you survived this past month.
“And that dress you’re wearing is worth tens of thousands of dollars. How did you get it? Who knows what shady things you’ve been doing out there? I’m your mother. It’s my duty to teach you how to behave.”
Belinda’s words were sharp and calculated. Even though she didn’t spell everything out, her insinuations were clear enough for everyone present to understand.
Camila’s gaze turned icy, piercing through Belinda with a chilling intensity.
A mother who would tarnish her own daughter’s reputation was utterly repulsive. “Worried about me?” Camila sneered. “Mrs. Jackson, save your crocodile tears.
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“When I was living with the Jackson family, all you ever did was hit me or scold me. When I was sent to prison, you couldn’t wait to cut ties with me. And now you claim to be worried? Isn’t that laughable?”
Camila’s disdain was palpable. She straightened her back, the pink gown flowing around her like a queen’s robes. She was no longer the timid girl they could bully.
Belinda was rendered speechless, choking on Camila’s words.
Arthur, seeing his wife’s embarrassment, erupted in anger. His voice rose sharply as he cursed, “If I’d known you’d turn out this rotten, I’d have left you to rot in that orphanage. I should’ve let you fend for yourself.
“You were gone for a month. If you ask me, that dress you’re wearing was bought with money you earned by sleeping around.
“And now you think you can use Mrs. Campbell’s birthday banquet to snag some rich guy? Dream on! I’m your father, and it’s my right to discipline a shameless, disgraceful daughter like you.”
Arthur’s words exploded like a bomb, sending shockwaves through the crowd. The guests broke into hushed murmurs, their eyes filled with disdain as they looked at Camila.
Arthur noticed their reactions and felt a surge of satisfaction. ‘You little wretch. I’m your father. You think you can defy me?‘
Arthur tried to stir things up. “I’ve been too soft, letting you get away with too much. But now you’ve gone too far. It’s my fault. Now I’d rather discipline you than let you keep running wild,” he roared, his hand swinging toward Camila.
Belinda rushed forward, trying to hold Camila down so Arthur could strike her. “Camila, stop being so stubborn. Haven’t you embarrassed us enough?”
Before they could get close, Turner and Sean moved swiftly, each delivering a kick that sent Arthur and Belinda sprawling to the ground.
Arthur and Belinda tried to fight back, but the security guards summoned by Turner pinned them down, leaving them completely immobilized.
Arthur’s face turned red, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes glaring. As the CEO of the Jackson Group and a prominent figure in Sancho’s elite, he was now forced to kneel, his head pressed to the ground.
Arthur glared at Camila with pure hatred. He shouted at the security, “Do you know who I am? How dare you treat me like this! I won’t let you get away with it!”
Belinda, on the other hand, was sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. “Camila, we’re your parents. How can you let them treat us this way?”
Camila sneered inwardly, thinking, ‘Now they remember they’re my parents? Where was this so–called parental concern when they treated me like I didn’t exist for those three years?
‘Where were they when they forced me to take the fall for Agnes, making me suffer in prison for five years? Where were they when they beat me and sent me to the hospital again and again, while keeping Emily silent about the real culprit?
And now, when I finally have the upper hand, they remember they’re my parents.’
Camila watched as Arthur and Belinda were pinned to the ground. She felt no pity, only a deep, satisfying sense of justice.
“Turner,” she asked calmly, “did Mr. Campbell send them an invitation?”
Turner’s expression was icy. “No,” he replied curtly, then turned to the head of security with a sharp glare. “Care to explain this?”
Bill, the security head, broke into a cold sweat. “I’m so sorry. This was my oversight. I’ll have them thrown out immediately.”
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Arthur and Belinda tried to protest, but the security guards silenced them by covering, their mouths and dragged them away,
Turner exchanged a glance with Sean, who nodded in understanding and followed the guards out.
Initially, the guards intended to simply eject Arthur and Belinda from the hotel.
However, Sean’s cold, emotionless voice rang out behind them. “Take them over there, he said, pointing to a dark alley beside the hotel.
Bill swallowed nervously, sensing trouble but still mustering the courage to ask, “May I know what you want us to do?
Sean’s gaze dropped to Arthur’s and Belinda’s legs. “Break their legs. That will teach them to stay out of places they don’t belong.
Bill’s eyes widened in horror.
