Chapter Not Part Of You
Chapter 54 Not Part Of You
Camila’s heart was filled with nothing but cold indifference and disdain
Watching Belinda’s dramatic display, she felt nothing but disgust
Last night, Belinda had ruthlessly smashed an ashtray against her head. The cold, vicious expression on her face showed not even a trace of concern
She had left her lying in a pool of blood, completely indifferent to whether she lived or died. And now, she was putting on this act of a loving mother? Did she not find it laughable herself?
Belinda’s heart ached at Camila’s rejection “Camila, I truly realize my mistake this time. Please, just forgive me one more time, Okay?”
Seeing that Camila remained unmoved, Harry quickly stepped in. “Camila, I know Mom was impulsive yesterday, but she regretted it the moment it happened. She didn’t sleep all night searching for you–she practically turned all of Sancho upside down.
“We’re family. Blood is thicker than water. No matter what, we are connected. Look at Mom–she’s terrified of losing you”
Camila didn’t believe a single word he said.
Searching for her all night? If that were true, why did they look well–rested, without the slightest trace of exhaustion? It was obvious they had slept soundly and only realized she was gone this morning.
If she hadn’t woken up from unconsciousness, if Hazel hadn’t carried her away, and if she hadn’t been rushed to the hospital in time, She would be lying in a morgue by now, nothing but a cold, lifeless body
She was still alive not because the Jackson family cared, but because she had been lucky enough to survive.
Camila refused to look at them, her expression calm and unreadable.
Her indifference sent a wave of unease through Harry.
He didn’t like this version of her
He would rather she yelled, screamed, or lashed out at them–at least that would mean she still cared. But now, she was eerily quiet, as if they were strangers to her
Feeling his patience snap, Harry lost his temper. “What do you want, exactly? Tell us what will it take to make you happy? Ever since you got out of prison, you’ve been stirring up trouble again and again. The whole family has been spoiling you, putting up with your tantrums, yet you’re still not satisfied.
“Do you even remember why Mom hit you? It was because you caused a scene at the banquet and pushed Agnes down in front of everyone! You embarrassed the Jackson family. And when we got home, instead of apologizing, you attacked Agnes again.
“You were in the wrong first! Doesn’t Mom have the right to discipline you? She’s your mother–what’s so wrong about teaching you a lesson?”
Listening to his accusations, Camila’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. Her eyes, however remained icy and
emotionless.
She didn’t bother arguing. She had learned long ago that in this so–called family, the truth never mattered. They only cared about Agnes.
So what was the point of explaining?
But Hazel, who had been listening outside the room, could no longer hold back.
She strode in, roughly pushing past Belinda and Harry, and placed a thermos heavily on the bedside table.
Hazel’s chest heaved violently, her eyes red with anger and pain.
If it weren’t for Giovani last night, Camila would have died from excessive blood loss and infection.
And now, Camila had just woken up. She hadn’t eaten, hadn’t even had a sip of water. Yet, instead of showing concern, the Jackson family had barged in and started scolding her.
Hazel had held her tongue for too long, but this was too much.
A person with even the slightest bit of conscience wouldn’t be able to stand by and watch this unfold
“Harry, do you even hear yourself?” Hazel’s voix Successfully unlocked! Have any idea what Miss Jackson has been through all these years? In prison, she was buli.
her?
“When Mr. Jackson lashed her with a belt, did any of you try to stop him?
covered in wounds! Did any of you ever visit
“When Mrs. Jackson forced her own daughter to cut off her finger as a token of gratitude to her so–called saviors, did you
Chapter 54 Not Fat of You
ever consider the pain she endured?”
Hazel’s voice rose, her hands trembling “You keep saying the family loves and spoils Miss Jackson, but where is the evidence? Because all I’ve seen is abuse”
Belinda’s face turned ghostly pale. She opened her mouth as if to arque, but not a single word came out
Harry was equally stunned. He instinctively turned to look at Camila, but her expression remained cold and detached
Hazel pressed on, her eyes burning with anger, “Every time Miss Jackson suffers, you don’t even ask what happened. You just blame her immediately! Have you ever truly cared about her? All you’ve done is beat her, scold her, and push her to the brink of death. And you call that love?”
Her voice cracked with emotion, and tears welled in her eyes. Camila felt a warmth surge through her chest.
Hazel was the only one who had ever truly cared about her. But that warmth also made her eyes sting with unshed tears
For years, Hazel had been the only one who protected her, the only one who saw her pain.
Camila reached out and gently patted Hazel’s hand, signaling her not to be upset. The Jackson family wasn’t worth her
anger.
Belinda snapped back to her senses and, with a trembling voice, tried to defend herself. “Hazel, you can’t say that. We… we did everything for Camila’s own good. She’s too reckless, always causing trouble…
“For her own good?” Hazel let out a bitter laugh. “Look at Miss Jackson now–do you still dare to say
that?
She took a deep breath, then continued with unwavering determination. “You’ve always been biased toward Agnes, but ask yourself this: Have you ever treated Miss Jackson as your real daughter?
“It’s fine if you don’t love her–after all, love takes time. She wasn’t raised by your side, so it’s understandable if you don’t have feelings for her. But if you don’t love her, why do you insist on hurting her?”
Belinda’s hands trembled. She looked at Camila, only to see that Camila wasn’t even looking at her. Instead, she was gazing at Hazel with warmth and trust, as if Hazel were her real mother,
As for Belinda herself–Camila regarded her as nothing more than filth, something so repulsive she couldn’t even spare it a glance.
At that moment, Belinda realized something terrifying.
Camila had truly stopped caring about them.
She wasn’t crying, she wasn’t shouting–she had simply given up
Belinda panicked and grabbed Camila’s hand. “Camila… No matter what, I’m still your mother!”
Camila forcefully pulled her hand away. Her voice was calm but firm. “Legally speaking, I have no relation to you.”
Her words hit Belinda like a sledgehammer. Her eyes widened in shock as she staggered backward.
Harry’s expression darkened. “Camila, stop saying nonsense!”
“Nonsense?” Camila sneered. “Harry, don’t tell me you don’t know–my name has never been on the Jackson family’s household registry.”
Harry’s face twisted in disbelief. “That’s impossible.”
“Oh?” Camila tilted her head. “Then why don’t you ask your mother?”
Camila had been brought back eight years ago and had lived with the family for three whole years. Her household registration should have been transferred long ago.
Harry had expected Belinda to give him a firm and confident answer. But instead, she hesitated, stammering, her entire body trembling with nervousness
A sharp pain clenched Harry’s heart. “Don’t tell me… Camila’s name really isn’t in our household records…”
At that, Belinda broke down, covering her face as she sobbed. “Camila, I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry.
Camila suddenly let out a cold laugh. “No wonder even the Jackson family’s servants look down on me. After all, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson never intended to acknowledge me in the first place.”
“I was never more than an outsider, a guest taking shelter under your roof. I don’t belong to the Jackson family.”
Her gaze turned icy as she continued, “Now that you’ve got what you wanted, you can leave.”
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