Chapter 55 Hypocrisy
Belinda jerked her head up, her eyes filled with unwavering determination. In an instant, it was an if she had become a completely different person. She locked her gaze on Camila, the sorrow from moments ago completely gone.
She said, “Whether you admit it or not, I carried you for ten months and gave birth to you. The blood ties between you and the Jackson family can never be severed. As a member of the Jackson family, you have a duty to contribute to it
Her tone was firm, and her words struck like a hammer. “Don’t forget what you promised me and your father back then. If you go back on your word and disregard the Jackson family, then don’t even think about getting what you want Belinda’s eyes held an undeniable authority, her lips pressed into a tight line, each word spoken with absolute conviction, But Camila was not surprised at all. She had long expected this. Since emotional blackmail didn’t work, Belinda had now turned to using the 3 million dollars as leverage.
And if Camila still refused? Then the Jackson family would use Hazel and Lucy to threaten her. Whether she agreed or not, her marriage to Giovani was already decided.
Her heart had been shattered beyond repair. Facing their coercion once again, she no longer felt even the slightest trace of pain or shock.
Camila understood perfectly–Belinda had not come to the hospital out of genuine concern for her. The real reason was to ensure her marriage to Giovani, securing the Jackson family’s fortune.
“Are you finished? If so, please leave, Camila said indifferently, her voice devoid of warmth.
She turned her head away, unwilling to look at the two faces that disgusted her,
Belinda felt a stab of pain in her heart. How she wished Camila would still yearn for her love like she used to. Even if she shed just one tear, Belinda would have been content.
But there was nothing. No reaction at all.
The more pain she felt the harsher her words became. “I see you’re fine now. Get ready to be discharged. Your father and I will arrange for you to meet Mr. Campbell soon.” With that, Belinda quickly turned and fled the room, as if escaping from something unbearable.
Harry cast a deep glance at Camila, as if he had something to say, but in the end, he only sighed helplessly and followed after Belinda.
The hospital room fell silent. So silent that Camila could hear the faint tremble in her own breath.
Her hands clenched the blanket tightly, her grip tightening and loosening repeatedly. Her heart felt as though it were being twisted, the pain unbearable.
She told herself she couldn’t cry. She couldn’t show weakness. These people weren’t worth a single tear.
Hazel asked, “Are you hungry?”
Hazel opened the thermos, filling the room with the rich aroma of freshly made soup.
As Camila sipped the warm broth, she found herself saying absentmindedly, “Lucy is so lucky to have a mother like you.” Hazel’s eyes turned red with emotion when she heard those words. A mix of heartache and sorrow surged within her, but she forced herself to swallow the bittemess down.
She sat beside Camila’s bed and said, “Miss Jackson, there’s no reason to stay with the Jackson family. They never truly cared for you. Let’s cut all ties and go somewhere they never find us. We can live a peaceful life”
Camila longed for that too. More than anything she wanted to escape this cage of a “home.”
But the thought had barely taken shape before she crushed it.
She thought, If I run away, would the Jackson family let Hazel off so easily? What will happen to Lucy’s education?’ Leaving the Jackson family was inevitable.
Once she married Giovani and got the 3 million dollars, she would leave immediately–not just for herself, but to ensure Hazel and Lucy could leave too.
But she couldn’t tell Hazel this. So she remained silent.
Her gaze grew empty. Even eating became a m
ting like ash in her mouth.
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Hazel tried again. “Miss Jackson, I can see you prison, you wanted to leave. So why haven’t you yet? Did they threaten you?”
Camila pressed her lips together, avoiding Hazel’s concerned gaze. “No,” she murmured. Her voice was so faint that a light breeze could have camed it away.
Chapter 55 Hypoc
Hazel wanted to ask more, but seeing Camila’s reluctance, she chose not to press further. She could only sigh inwardly, her eyes filled with helpless sorrow.
The next morning, morning light streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over Camila’s hospital bed
She felt a little better, perhaps because she had slept. The pain in her head had dulled, and her mind was clearer.
She slowly got out of bed, wanting to get some fresh air.
But as she stepped into the corridor, a familiar, sickly sweet voice reached her ears.
Camila lifted her gaze and saw Agnes walking beside Owen, the two chatting and laughing.
Agnes wore a white dress today, her face lightly made up, her forehead wrapped in thick bandages. Everything about her radiated a delicate, pure innocence that made people want to protect her.
The moment Agnes saw Camila, the smile on her face froze, panic flashing in her eyes. She trembled slightly and called out in a timid voice, “Camila”
Owen seemed equally startled to see Camila. He paused, his gaze filled with quilt and indescribable sympathy
Camila’s expression remained calm.
These two–one hypocritical and pretentious, the other cold–hearted and unfaithful–what a perfect match.
She hesitated for only a moment before walking forward as if she hadn’t seen them.
Agnes bit her lip, looking fearful yet forcing herself to remain composed. She spoke softly, “Camila, are you feeling better? Owen and I came to see you. Where are you headed?”
Camila had no interest in responding. But Agnes wouldn’t stop inching closer, clearly here to provoke her.
Without hesitation, Camila raised her hand and slapped Agnes across the face.
The impact sent Agnes stumbling. Her delicate makeup was smudged from the force, and a bright red handprint bloomed on her pale cheek
Owen reacted quickly, catching Agnes by the waist and steadying her. At the same time, he shoved Camila away, his face twisted with anger. He said, “Camila, you’ve gone too far! Agnes came to check on you out of kindness, and you just hit her without reason? What is wrong with you?”
His voice rang out in the corridor, drawing the attention of passing nurses and doctors.
Camila staggered back from the push, her anger flaring instantly
She stepped forward and slapped Owen hard across the face.
The sound was sharp and crisp, the force making her own palm sting
Owen’s head snapped to the side. His eyes widened in shock, disbelief filling his gaze.
Camila shook her hand, then sneered. “How dare you ask me what I’m doing? I should be asking Agnes that. She knows! despise her, yet she insists on showing up in front of me.
“She came here to piss me off–why shouldn’t I hit her? And you–who do you think you are to question me?”
Owen stared at her, as if seeing her for the first time.
The Camila he remembered had been kind, cheerful, and full of light. She used to chase after him, saying, “Owen is my hero. As long as he’s with me, I’m not afraid of anything.”
But now, from the same lips, came nothing but contempt. The “hero” she once admired had become “nothing.”
Owen clenched his jaw, his voice trembling slightly “Camila, five years in prison–was that not enough for you to realize that hitting people is illegal?”
His attempt to use the law against her was weak, his voice betraying uncertainty. Camila smirked, lifting her chin defiantly. “Oh? Then go ahead–sue me.”
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