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Chapter 135 Facing Camila’s Fury
Her sound lingered softly in the stillness of the kitchen without a response, like a pebble sinking into the ocean with no ripples.
Lucy froze for a moment, doubt flickering in her mind. ‘Did Camila not hear me? she thought.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she called out again, her voice now carrying a mix of affection and urgency. “Camila!”
But the only reply was the gentle bubbling of the oatmeal in the pot.
Camila remained focused, her hand moving slowly as she stirred the thick mixture. The oatmeal had been simmering for a few minutes. Its rich aroma walted through the air, accompanied by soft wisps of steam
Lucy’s eyes locked on Camila’s frail figure, her unease growing stronger with each passing second. She raised her voice, calling out again, “Camila!”
This time, she nearly shouted, her voice bouncing off the kitchen walls. But Camila remained unaware, lost in her own world, and completely unresponsive.
Lucy’s eyes went wide, and a chill ran down her spine. It hit her in an instant–Camila couldn’t hear her.
The last time I saw Camila at the hospital, she was perfectly fine. How did things spiral so quickly? How could she have lost her hearing in such a short time?‘ she wondered.
Lucy’s fists clenched tightly, her nails digging into her palms. She wondered what the Jackson family, William, and Owen had done to Camila.
Lucy seethed with fury, her eyes burning with deadly intensity, as if she could make them pay for every bit of pain they had caused Camila.
Right then, Camila suddenly turned around. The second her usually calm eyes landed on Lucy, they lit up with surprise and joy. A gentle smile spread across her lips. “Lucy, what brings you here?”
Lucy instantly buried the sharpness in her gaze, replacing it with a bright, innocent smile that felt as warm and radiant as spring sunshine. “I missed you, so I came.”
But her eyes locked on Camila’s face as she scrutinized every tiny flicker of emotion, as if trying to uncover the pain hidden beneath her composed exterior.
Camila stepped forward with a smile, affectionately taking Lucy’s hand. Her touch was soft and warm. “Come on, Lucy. Have a seat. The oatmeal’s almost ready,” she said, gently tugging her toward the living room.
Lucy hesitated, her gaze still fixed on Camila. The doubts in her heart refused to fade. Tl help you in the kitchen, she offered.
Camila’s smile deepened, her tone filled with indulgence. “The kitchen’s full of smoke and grease. I can handle it myself.” Lucy froze for a moment, her heart skipping a beat. ‘Could I have been wrong? Is it possible Camila could actually hear me?‘ she wondered.
Feigning nonchalance, Lucy said, “It’s fine.”
Seeing Lucy’s persistence, Camila didn’t push further. She turned back to the stove, her spoon moving in slow circles as she stirred the oatmeal. “Then, Lucy, fry a few eggs, she said casually.
Lucy took a step back, positioning herself behind Camila. “I don’t like fried eggs,” she said.
Normally, Camila would have turned to her with concern, asking what she wanted to eat instead. But this time, she simply said, “The eggs are in the fridge.”
That simple response hit Lucy like a heavy blow, confirming her suspicions. Camila wasn’t hearing her–she was reading her lips. Every earlier response had been from interpreting her mouth movements, not from actually hearing her words. She couldn’t shake the thought of what Camila must have endured in prison. It pierced Lucy’s heart, fueling a storm of rage inside her. The anger grew with each passing second. She believed anyone who dared harm Camila deserved no mercy Lucy watched Camila intently, tracking every movement. She couldn’t help but notice the uneven pace of Camila’s steps, each faltering stride feeling like a knife twisting in her chest. Her eyes welled with tears, a bitter mix of sorrow heartbreak swelling within her.
Lucy forced herself to push down the wave of emotione threstasien to norwhelm her. She took a deep breath, opened the refrigerator, and took out some eggs
Successfully unlocked!
She moved to the stove, heating the pan before poise
eggs hit the pan with a sharp sizzle, and the sound
was quickly followed by the rich aroma of cooking eggs that filled the kitchen.
After a while, the oatmeal was ready. Camila carefully ladled the thick, creamy oatmeal into a large bowl. Holding it steady with both hands, she walked toward the dining table, her steps slow and slightly unsteady.
Chapter 135 Facing Camidal Fury
As soon as Camila stepped into the dining room, a piercing scream erupted, “You wretched woman! What are you doing here?”
Then came a loud crash. The bowl of oatmeal slipped from Camila’s hands, shattering on the floor as oatmeal splattered everywhere. She let out a startled cry.
Carrying a plate of freshly cooked eggs, Lucy stepped out just in time to see a crazy woman with gaudy makeup raising her hand to strike Camila.
Camila scrambled to dodge, but some scalding oatmeal splashed onto her hand, making her gasp in pain. Her bowl fell from her grasp, shattering into pieces on the floor.
Lucy’s gaze hardened, cold and cutting, like two blades slicing through the air as she fixed her eyes on the audacious woman. At that moment, she only had one thought. That was to protect Camila
To Lucy, Camila was family, someone she would defend with her life. But now, this brazen woman dared to lay a hand on Camila. Lucy wouldn’t allow it to happen.
Fueled by rage, Lucy stormed forward, slamming the steaming eggs onto the woman’s heavily made–up face without hesitation
The woman shrieked, her voice piercing like nails on a chalkboard. The eggs burned her skin, leaving it red and swollen as she clawed at Lucy’s hands in desperation. Her face was contorted in pain and fury
But Lucy didn’t flinch. She lunged again, grabbing the woman’s head and delivering a swift kick to her knee. The woman cried out in agony and collapsed to the floor with a sickening thud.
Without missing a beat, Lucy pressed the woman’s head down into the mess of shattered porcelain and spilled oatmeal. The shards sliced into her skin, and blood oozed out, mingling with the steaming oatmeal in a mess
The woman thrashed wildly, her cries turning into hysterical wails, but Lucy remained steadfast, her eyes burning with disgust and fury.
The man who came with the older woman finally snapped, his eyes blazing with fury as he raised his foot, ready to kick Lucy away.
At that, Camilla’s heart tightened. Without a second thought, she stepped in front of Lucy and shouted, “Mr. Connor, this is the Campbell residence, not your Connor family’s territory!”
The man was Enoch Connor, William’s father. His glare was filled with venom. He had just returned from a vacation abroad with his wife, Abigail Connor, the night before.
They had barely set foot back home when they were hit by the explosive news that their beloved son had been thrown into prison by Giovani. The shock kept them up all night, restless and frantic.
At the crack of dawn, they rushed to the Campbell residence, hoping Giovani would show mercy for their sake and get their son out of jail. But they never expected to run into Camila here.
To them, Camila was the woman who had ruined their daughter Emily’s life, leaving her in a vegetative state–a pain that would haunt them forever,
During Camila’s five years in prison, they had secretly orchestrated countless ways to make her suffer, ensuring her days were filled with torment
Upon seeing the woman she held responsible for her daughter’s tragedy, Abigail lost control and instinctively lashed out at Camila
What she hadn’t anticipated was Lucy’s ferocity. Abigail, a dignified and elegant lady, was now reduced to kneeling in a humiliating mess, sprawled amidst scalding oatmeal and shattered porcelain.
Enoch’s eyes widened as he fixed his gaze on Camila, his teeth grinding audibly. “You insolent little wretch! Don’t think getting out of prison means you’re off the hook. You dared to harm my daughter. You’ll pay for it dearly!” he snarled. With that, he raised his hand, aiming a slap at Camila’s face.
Lucy spun around, panic flashing in her eyes, but it was too late. All she could do was shout, “Touch Camila, and I’ll chop off your hand
e had reconsidered, but becau Before her words had fully landed, Enoch’s hand froze in the air–not because he well–defined hand had seized his wrist. No matter how much force he exerted, he couldn’t move an inch.
Both Camila and Lucy turned to look behind Enoch, only to see Glovani standing there, dressed in black pajamas
His shirt hung loosely revealing his sharp collarbones. Though his hair was slightly disheveled, it did nothing to diminish his innate elegance.
were pressed into a
His deep set eyes were like icy pools, cold and piercing. Beneath his prominent nose, his thin lips w merciless line, exuding an aura of chilling authority.
An invisible aura of dominance surrounded him, making it hard to meet his gaze.
Chapter 135 Facing Camila’s Fury
Enoch struggled with all his might, veins bulging on his forehead and his face turning crimson, but he couldn’t break free from Giovani’s grip
There was a sharp crack as Giovani dislocated Enoch’s arm with ease. Enoch screamed in agony, collapsing to the ground. his arm hanging limp and useless.
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