Beg For 18

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Chapter 18 

Chapter 18 

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The warnings echoed in Camila’s mind, her chest rising and falling rapidly with anger. Loose strands of hair trembled against her forehead, barely keeping up with the storm inside her. 

She locked eyes with Harry, her gaze sharp enough to cut. “Was it you?” 

Harry leaned back slightly, his fingers laced together casually over his lap. His expression was unreadable, calm- infuriatingly calm. He carried himself with an effortless arrogance, as if nothing could touch him. 

“What are you talking about? I don’t understand,” he said. 

Camila’s jaw clenched. “Lucy was expelled. Did you order it?” Her voice was tight, each word squeezed through gritted teeth. “Harry, I’m warning you–don’t touch Hazel or Lucy. If you do… 

His eyes narrowed, a dangerous flicker crossing his face. He wondered, ‘All this over a servant’s daughter? She can show this much devotion to outsiders, but when it comes to me, all she has is hostility. The unfairness of it burned in his chest. 

His patience thinned. He bit down hard, jaw flexing. “And if I do?” 

Camila didn’t hesitate. Her voice was cold, absolute. “I’ll take you down with me.” 

For a moment, something twisted in Harry’s chest. “I’m your brother. Is this really the way you treat me?” 

She didn’t answer, but her eyes said it all. 

The tension between them thickened, suffocating the space between them. 

Then, Harry’s phone rang, breaking the silence. Harry glanced at the screen. It was Hazel. 

His lips curled into a smirk as he picked up the call, eyes never leaving Camila. He could practically feel her anticipation. 

The moment he answered, Hazel’s frantic voice spilled through the speaker. 

“Mr. Jackson, please! I didn’t know who else to call. I’m begging you–please use the Jackson family’s connections to stop the school from expelling Lucy. 

“She’s my only daughter–I’ve spent my whole life raising her, and she’s about to graduate. If she gets expelled now, her future is ruined-” 

As Hazel sobbed, Harry barely paid attention to the words. Instead, he watched Camila, drinking in every flicker of emotion. on her face. 

Her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Nails dug deep into her palms. 

Hazel probably didn’t even realize–Harry was begging the very man who had orchestrated this. The one who had ruined Lucy’s future was now pretending to be her only hope. 

And the worst part? Camila knew. She knew, but she had no power to change it. Her voice came out strained, forced down past the lump in her throat. “Help her. 

Harry arched a brow and covered the receiver with his hand. “I can. But on one condition–apologize to Emily. Get William to forgive you, and Hazel’s daughter will be fine. 

Camila’s shoulders went rigid. Her eyes burned red with fury, her breath uneven. But in the end, she had no choice. Fine. 

TII do it.” 

– 

The moment she relented, Harry turned back to the phone, his voice smooth as silk. “Don’t worry. Your daughter will be 

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fine. 

He ended the call and stood, reaching for his keys, Ill drive you there.” 

“No need. I’ll take a taxi.” Camila rejected him without hesitation. 

Tll get us there faster.” 

But her next words struck harder than any slap. She barely spared him a glance as she said, “Looking at you makes me sick.” Then she turned and walked away. 

Harry’s face darkened instantly, his jaw tightening as veins pulsed at his temple. He tried to swallow the anger, to shove it down–but it was impossible. 

With a violent bang, he kicked over the coffee table, sending it crashing across the room. 

The coffee set went flying. Delicate cups shattered against the floor, spilling hot coffee everywhere, seeping into the plush 

carpet. 

“Camila, don’t push it! Harry’s voice rang out, sharp with anger as his gaze locked onto her retreating figure. 

He couldn’t understand it. He had deliberately softened his approach, yet she refused to yield. He thought, ‘Why can’t she go back to how she used to be–obedient, compliant? Why does she always have to fight me, standing against me at every turn?” She had a way of striking straight at his weakest spot, hitting him where it hurt most. And she did it effortlessly. 

But Camila didn’t stop, didn’t look back. Within moments, she had walked out of the Jackson family. 

At the gate, she ran into Michael 

Dressed in his usual casual arrogance, he carried himself with the effortless swagger of a privileged young master. His swept over her, slow and unrestrained, taking in every bruise, every limp, every sign of injury, 

He shook his head, his tone laced with mockery. “Swollen face, injured leg… damn, you look pitiful.” 

gaze 

Pitiful or not, it didn’t matter. No one was going to pity her. Camila didn’t acknowledge him. She simply walked past him, cold and indifferent. 

Michael frowned. This wasn’t the Camila he remembered. As Harry’s friend, every time he had visited the Jackson family in the past, Camila had been eager–running around, pouring coffee, playing hostess like a well–trained servant. 

And now… The shift in attitude was so stark, it threw him off. 

“Hey, where are you going? I’ll drive you,” he offered lazily. 

She didn’t even spare him a glance. 

Her complete disregard only fueled his competitive streak. He strode forward, caught up with her, and grabbed her wrist. Tm talking to you. Are you deal?” 

mila’s voice was cool, emotionless. “If it pleases you, Mr. Walker, you can consider me deal. You can even think of me as mute. Whatever makes you happy. 

“I only have one request–don’t talk to me. From now on, pretend I don’t exist. Treat me like air. 

“You–what the hell is your problem? I never did anything to you!” 

“Then just assume I’m crazy” Camila yanked her wrist free, turned, and walked away without looking back. 

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Michael scowled. “She’s lost it.” 

He stood there, watching her limp away. The sight of her struggling to walk, the wounds barely healed, made something in his chest tighten–something uncomfortably unfamiliar. 

At Mercy Hospital, Camila pushed open the door to the VIP hospital suite and stepped inside. 

The woman lying in the hospital bed looked almost nothing like the person in her memories. 

Emily–the cherished heiress of the Connor family–had once been radiant, sweet–faced, always dressed in the latest fashion, like a porcelain doll brought to life. 

But now, she was a shadow of her former self. A withered leaf, frail and brittle. The soft curves of her body had vanished, leaving only pale, papery skin stretched tightly over sharp bones. 

Her cheeks were sunken, her cheekbones unnaturally pronounced. Her limbs were painfully thin, stripped of muscle, fragile as dry twigs. 

gather, 

Looking at her, Camila felt an unexpected ache deep in her chest-a bitter sense of shared suffering. 

The truth was, she and Emily had never been friends. If anything. Emily despised her, not because of anything Camila had actually done, but because of Agnes. 

Emily and Agnes had grown up together, inseparable since childhood. And every impression Emily had of Camila had come from Agnes’s mouth. 

Camila had no idea what Agnes had told her, but one thing was certain–whatever it was, it wasn’t good. Otherwise, Emily wouldn’t have been so convinced that she was the one bullying Agnes. 

Even now, Camila still couldn’t make sense of it. She wondered. If Emily and Agnes were such close friends, then why did Agnes push her down the stairs? 

And what was even harder to understand–why did Arthur stand by and let it happen? Why did he allow Agnes to commit such a crime, only to turn around and pin it on me? 

It had been pure misfortune. She had been at the wrong place, at the wrong time. She had witnessed a father and daughter commit an attempted murder–only to be caught in the crossfire when Belinda walked in. 

And because Emily and Agnes were childhood friends, Harry and William refused to believe that Agnes would ever hurt her. Instead, they had been convinced that she was the one who had set Agnes up. 

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