Truth
Chapter 153 Emily Told Harry The Truth
Belinda was consumed by regret as she reflected on how mean she had been to Camila in the past. Her heart was heary with guilt, each memory a painful reminder of her actions.
Still, even as remorse filled her, she couldn’t help but feel that Camila’s decision to send her to a psychiatric hospital was excessively harsh.
If Camila had truly wanted revenge, there were countless more ruthless ways she could have dealt with Belinda, But instead, she chose the psychiatric hospital–a decision that, in hindsight, seemed almost merciful.
Because if she hadn’t, Belinda might have ended up like Agnes–forced to endure unspeakable humiliation, her dignity stripped away in front of Arthur, as countless men took turns violating her.
Agnes had fought back, desperate to escape her tormentors. But every attempt was met with brutal retaliation. The sickening thud of fists became her reality, and when that wasn’t enough, the rough men from the mountains took turns forcing themselves on her.
To ensure she could never run again, they shattered her legs with ruthless precision and locked her in a filthy pigsty, treating her as less than human. From that moment on, Agnes was reduced to nothing more than a vessel for their depraved lust.
Not long after, she became pregnant. But the child growing inside her was a cruel mystery–she had no idea who the father
was.
Even with her swollen belly, the men showed no mercy. Day after day, they continued their assaults, their depravity knowing no bounds. Eventually, her body could no longer endure, and she miscarried.
Her life became a relentless cycle of torment. Beaten. Violated. Pregnant. Miscarrying. Over and over again, with no end in sight. Her body, ravaged by repeated miscarriages, developed a condition that made carrying a child to term impossible.
Within a year, her health withered away and her once–vibrant form reduced to a fragile shell.
Agnes had always been proud, a woman who dreamed of a life of luxury and marrying into wealth. She had envisioned a future where she stood above others, admired and envied.
But now, her existence was worse than that of a stray animal. Violated by filthy, old, and repugnant men, her body and soul were battered beyond recognition.
Under such inhumane torment, it took less than a year for Agnes to lose her sanity completely.
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Giovani gently laid Camila on the bed at the Campbell residence, his voice soft and reassuring as he spoke a few comforting words before turning to leave.
Though his expression remained composed, the tips of his ears had already turned a deep shade of red.
As Camila watched him walk away, a warm feeling spread through her chest. But when she thought about her deafness, her limp, and the missing kidney that marked her broken body, the sweetness in her heart quickly turned into a bitter ache.
Clenching her fists tightly, she thought to herself, ‘Maybe it’s time to try getting treatment. Who knows? Maybe I can still
recover.‘
If she could truly heal, she could be with Giovani without holding back, without any hesitation. The thought sparked a determined glint in her eyes.
Back in his room, Giovani headed straight to the bathroom. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he couldn’t help but notice how red his ears had become. The sight felt oddly unfamiliar, almost as if he were looking at someone else.
As he replayed the moment he kissed Camila–partly to provoke William–a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, one he couldn’t suppress no matter how hard he tried.
He raised his long, elegant fingers to his lips, his brow arching slightly in thought.
Now he knew what a kiss felt like–sweet, soft, and unbelievably smooth. For his first kiss, it was far better than he’d ev imagined.
He wished he could kiss Camila every day.
In prison, Harry had long lost the commanding Successfully unlocked! ow, he was clad in a prison uniform, his head
shaved, with heavy shackles weighing down his wrists and
Harry shuffled forward, the heavy chains rattling with each step, their sharp echoes breaking the suffocating silence of the prison corridor.
He thought it would be his parents or Agnes coming to see him, but to his surprise, it was Emily.
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Chapter 153 Emily Told Harry The Truth
Emily’s cold, expressionless face made Harry’s heart race. He avoided her gaze, his eyes flickering with guilt and unease.
The day Emily woke up, Harry had already realized that she wasn’t harmed by Camila. Yet, he refused to admit it to himself.
After all, it was he who had confidently testified back then, accusing Camila of being the culprit behind an attempted
murder.
He had destroyed his own sister’s life, leaving her disabled. The weight of that truth was too much for him to face.
Harry wanted to run away, but when his eyes met Emily’s cold, piercing gaze, he found himself inexplicably walking toward
her.
Separated by a thick pane of glass, the two picked up the phone receivers. The oppressive silence around them was deafening, neither willing to speak first.
Emily broke the silence. “Speechless, are you? Surprised to see me?”
Harry lowered his eyes, his gaze unfocused. His guilty, dejected demeanor didn’t evoke any sympathy from Emily. Instead, it only deepened her disdain for him, seeing him as nothing more than a coward.
“Don’t you have anything you want to ask me?” she pressed.
Summoning his courage, Harry finally looked her in the eye. His lips trembled as he struggled to form words. After a long pause, he said, “I think I know the truth.”
Emily sneered. “You don’t know a damn thing, Harry.”
Harry frowned slightly, sensing there was more to her words.
Emily then laid out the truth from five years ago, sparing no detail.
She recounted how Ivanna deceived Arthur, how Arthur abandoned Camila at an orphanage, and why he brought her back fifteen years later. Every sordid detail was laid bare for Harry to hear.
As the revelations sank in, Harry clenched his fists tightly, slamming them against the glass. He roared at Emily, “You’re lying! You’re trying to deceive me!”
“You’re already in prison: What reason would I have to lie to you?” Emily said carelessly.
“I came here today to make sure you know the truth. After everything you’ve done to Camila, you deserve to know,” she went on. “Harry, you hurt your own sister without hesitation, all for Agnes. Tell me, do you regret it now?”
Harry’s regret was beyond words. His heart felt as though it was being torn apart, the pain suffocating.
He had once believed that five years ago, Agnes might have accidentally pushed Emily down the stairs and was too scared to admit it.
But he never imagined the truth would be so horrifying–that Agnes and Arthur had conspired to harvest Camila’s kidney, donate her organs, and even use her body for medical research.
If Emily hadn’t overheard their plan, Camila would have died five years ago.
Even though Camila survived, she was framed and imprisoned, enduring beatings and abuse for five years, leaving her permanently disabled.
“How could this be?” he shouted furiously. “No, it’s impossible. I don’t believe it. Emily, you’re saying this just to torment me, aren’t you?”
Harry’s emotions spiraled out of control. He pounded on the glass frantically, his bloodshot eyes resembling a crazed lion.
Emily remained motionless in her wheelchair, watching his outburst with a calm, detached expression.
Harry let out a furious roar and slammed his head against the glass. Two prison guards rushed in, trying to restrain him.
“Let me go!” Harry shouted, his eyes fixed on Emily. “Go find Camila! I need to see her! I need to ask her myself-”
Emily sneered. “Harry, Camila doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore. You’ll never see her again. You should stay here and experience everything she went through in prison.”
With that, she hung up the phone and turned her wheelchair around.
Harry’s eyes widened. “Emily, don’t go! I need to see Camila-”
But Emily never looked back, disappearing from his sight without a second glance.
Harry collapsed to the ground, muttering to himself, “No, it’s not true. I don’t believe it. You’re lying…”
Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face as he whispered, “Camila, I’ve failed you. I don’t deserve forgiveness, but please… just one chance to make things right. When I get out, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
Harry’s anguished repentance echoed in the empty room, but he remained oblivious to the fact that by the time he was released, Camila would have vanished from his life forever.
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