Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Camila’s anger flared up in an instant. She pushed herself up from the ground, but the pain in her leg caused her to stumble. Gritting her teeth, she shot Harry a furious look. “Mr. Jackson sure doesn’t hesitate to speak! She clearly ran into me herself, but you just blindly accused me. What, accusing me has become second nature to you? It costs you nothing, does it?”
“You Harry said.
There are a lot of people who can prove for me here. So tell me, who’s the one not seeing clear? Me, or you, Mr. Jackson, who can’t even see what’s right in front of you?”
Harry quickly glanced around, realizing that the guests were all watching him with subtle but knowing looks.
The guests were all high–society elites. While they might look down on Camila, a convict, their good upbringing wouldn’t allow them to turn a blind eye to the truth.
Someone finally spoke up, offering a fair comment, “Mr. Jackson, it was definitely Agnes who bumped into her. We all saw it.” One person spoke, and others nodded in agreement.
Harry’s face turned a shade of red, his eyes turning icy. He was now convinced that Camila was trying to ruin Agnes’s birthday celebration and embarrass the Jackson family in front of the Sancho elites.
He knew Camila all too well. She was petty, vengeful, and capable of framing others. If she could do that, there was nothing she wouldn’t do.
Harry furrowed his brow, his voice dark. “Even if Agnes did bump into you, it was an accident. Couldn’t you have just moved out of the way? You did that on purpose.”
Camila felt her blood boil at his words. A buzzing sensation filled her head, and she almost lost control. She thought, Move out of the way? I can barely walk, let alone dodge a collision. How could I possibly move fast enough!
Oh, right. When I was released from prison, Harry looked down on me, thinking my limp was just an act. He only saw Agnes getting bumped, but never once considered that it was Agnes who knocked me down.
Since they were so eager to tear her down, Camila saw no reason to protect their precious reputations anymore. In front of everyone, she rolled up her sleeve.
Her elbow was a bloody mess, the deep red contrasting sharply with her pale skin. It was a shocking sight. Even her palm wasn’t spared, with blood oozing from the cuts, dripping down her fingers and falling to the ground.
Camila raised her arm high, making sure everyone could see. “Do you really think I would hurt myself like this on purpose! Do you think I’d cover myself in bruises just to get a scolding from you, Mr. Jackson?
“What, do you think I’m that desperate for attention?” Her voice trembled with emotion, her eyes reddened with the sting of injustice.
As he saw the gruesome cuts on her palm and arm, Harry’s pupils constricted, and a hot flush of shame spread across his face. He couldn’t bring himself to meet Camila’s eyes.
Belinda gasped and quickly pulled away from Agnes, stepping forward to touch Camila, but hesitated, unsure if she might cause her more pain.
“Camila, does it hurt?” she asked, her voice full of concern as she blew gently on Camila’s wound, her expression one of genuine worry.
Agnes, tears streaming down her face, said, Tm sorry, Camila. The custom gown that Harry ordered for me was damaged, and I don’t know why. I was so upset, I accidentally bumped into you.
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“Please, don’t stay angry at Harry. He only misunderstood you because he was worried about me. I’ll apologize on his
behalf
Her eyes were full of pleading, her tear–streaked face resembling a delicate flower in the rain. She even looked beautiful while crying. Although she was apologizing, her expression made it seem like Camila had been the one to bully her.
In the three years Camila had spent in the Jackson family, every time she was wronged. Agnes always played the victim. Five years had passed, and nothing had changed.
“So what you’re saying is that because your brother was worried about you, he had the right to accuse me without cause?” Camila’s expression was icy, her eyes sharp, and her presence chilling.
“No, that’s not what I meant!” Agnes, clearly frightened by Camila’s cold stare, shrank back into Belinda’s arms, her tears falling faster. “Camila, how could you misunderstand me like this?”
Belinda wrapped her arms around Agnes, sighing helplessly. “Camila, you’ve really misunderstood Agnes. She’s always so sensible. It’s not like you think. Today is Agnes’s birthday, so just apologize to her, wish her a happy birthday, and we’ll forget about this
Camila raised an eyebrow. “This isn’t the first time something like this has happened. Do you really not know what’s going on, Mrs. Jackson? Do you need me to remind you about what happened five years ago….?”
“Enough. Belinda’s face turned pale, and she spoke with obvious guilt. “Don’t bring it up again.”
Camila sneered, her laugh dripping with sarcasm.
Belinda, just like five years ago, still chose Agnes without hesitation. She couldn’t bear to see Agnes suffer the slightest injustice, but had no problem letting Camila endure endless hardship and pain.
Camila couldn’t care less anymore. She gritted her teeth against the pain in her body, straightened her back, and limped toward the door.
But after just two steps, a strong hand grabbed her arm, holding her firmly. “Explain.”
Camila turned to face Harry, her gaze filled with impatience. “Explain what?”
Harry wanted to snap back, but when he met Camila’s eyes, filled with barely–contained anger, his heart skipped a beat. He suppressed his fury and spoke as calmly as he could, “What’s going on with Agnes’s gown?”
Agnes’s custom gown, with layers of feathers that shimmered in the sunlight, was stunning. But at the hem, a large patch of feathers was missing–clearly ripped off by someone.
Camila clenched her fists, her body trembling with rage. “So, Mr. Jackson, you think I intentionally damaged your sister’s gown?” she asked coldly.
“You were the only
one
in my car. You’re the only one who had the chance to touch the gown.”
Agnes’s tears flowed even more freely, her voice choked with emotion. “Camila, why would you do this?”
Belinda, unable to bear seeing Agnes upset, was caught in the middle, unsure whether to defend her or reprimand Camila.
She sighed and spoke gently, “Camila, I know you’re upset, but today, just let it go. Apologize to Agnes and wish her a happy birthday. We can move past this.”
Camila’s mocking laugh cut her off sharply. She fixed her gaze on Belinda, speaking slowly, each word precise. “Mr. Jackson’s car has a dash cam. If I really did damage the gown, all you have to do is check the footage.”
She turned back to Harry. “To clear my name, I request that you take out your phone right now and show the footage.”
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Her confidence made Agnes partic. “Camila, there’s no need to check the footage.”
Belinda quickly stepped in. There are guests here. Camila, please don’t make a scene.”
Finally, Arthur, who had remained silent until now, came over to mediate. “Let’s just end this here. Camila, go take care of
your wounds”
Camila’s body trembled with fury. She shook off Harry’s hand with force. “If we don’t check the footage, am I supposed to keep carrying the blame for damaging Agnes’s gown? I’m willing to check the footage. Why aren’t you? What are you afraid
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