apter 165 The Prisoner Who Tortured Camila
Chapter 165 The Prisoner Who Tortured Camila
Lucy froze for a moment and found that the drunken man clinging tightly to her waist was actually Writin
William’s eyes were unfocused and glassy as he tilted his head back, staring at her with a dazed expressons ve tinged with sobs and desperation, pleaded, “Camila, 1 feel terrible Please, just forgive me okay
“1 really know I was wrong I won’t do this again, I swear. Come back to me Don’t fall for over ye
love you I can’t live without you
He looked utterly pitiful, as if the weight of the world was crushing him. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face and his grip on Lucy’s waist tightened even more
Lucy’s gaze tumed icy, her voice as cold as frost “Let go‘
“No, I won’t. I’ll never let you go again. Please, just give me one last chance, he begged
Disgusted beyond words, Lucy suddenly grabbed his hair and slapped him hard across the face Her voice was sharp and cutting as she lashed out, “Now you realize you were wrong? Where was this regret when you ruined Cand’s
“Camila was left disabled because of you scumbags. Her life will never be the same again. Do you really think. sorry and a few tears can undo all the pain you’ve caused her?”
With that. Lucy kicked William hard, sending him sprawling to the ground. She stepped on his chest, her voice Sled with venom. “Look closely. I’m not Camila. But listen up–Camila will never forgive you, not in this lifetime
“If you really feel guilty, then do the only thing that might count–end your miserable life
Even in his drunken stupor, William clung to her ankle with an iron grip, his voice trembling with desperation Camila font be so heartless. I really want to make things right.”
Lucy looked down at him in disgust. She yanked her foot free with force, the sole of her shoe scraping against the back of his hand and leaving a red mark.
“Make things right? Do you think a few apologies and some tears can make up for the damage you’ve done? Her voice quivered slightly, not from fear but from the sheer intensity of her anger.
“Camila was so kind and innocent. If she hadn’t met scum like the Jacksons, the Connors, and Owen, her life wouldn’t be
ruins.
“When you and those people destroyed her life, did you ever think about this day?” Lucy’s words were like daggers, each one sharper than the last. “She was so good, so pure. How could you bring yourself to hurt her?”
Her eyes grew red with sorrow as she recalled Camila’s limping walk and her lost hearing. The thought pierced her heart as if it were being pricked by a thousand needles.
Taking a deep breath, Lucy forced herself to calm down. “What’s the point of saying all this now? If you really know you’re wrong, then go die. Only your death can count as true atonement.”
With that, she raised her foot and delivered another fierce kick to William before turning on her heel and walking away without a second glance.
Daniel stood up from the couch, walked over to William, and shot him a frosty glance. “You say you like her, but you didn’t treasure her? Serves you right,” he said coldly, then strode off to catch up with Lucy.
“Lucy, where are you headed?” he called out.
“None of your business. Stop following me,” Lucy snapped without even glancing back.
“It’s late, and it’s not safe. Let me take you home-”
Lucy suddenly spun around, her expression sharp. “I’m in a terrible mood right now. If you don’t want to get punche 1 stay away from me. I’ll consider being your girlfriend tomorrow.” With that, she stormed out of the bar with this
The night breeze was cool as Lucy stood at the entrance of the bar, her gaze cold and weary.
Just then, a sleek black luxury car pulled up to the bar. The door opened, and a man and a woman stepped out
1 thought
The man was Enoch, William’s father. Dressed in a sharp suit, he exuded an air of authority and sterness. The woman was Abigail, William’s mother. She had delicate features, yet her expression was tinged with anxiety
The couple hurried toward the bar, clearly intent on finding William. However, before they could step inside, a woman suddenly appeared, blocking their path.
“Out of the way,” Enoch snapped, his voice sha
Successfully unlocked!
The woman didn’t budge. Instead, her lips curled into a sinister smile, her gaze sharp and chilling. “Mr. Connor, forgotten me already? I’ve been dying to see you since I got out.”
Enoch froze, his expression stiffening as he studied the woman before him.
Chapter 165 The Prieaner Who Tortured Cambe
The woman looked to be in her thirties, dressed plainly. A jagged scar ran down her face, a stark reminder of her violent past. Her eyes burned with malice, making it clear she wasn’t someone to be trifted with
“So Mr. Connor does remember me the woman said coldly
As soon as Enoch and Abigail realized who she was, their faces drained of color, like they’d just seen a ghost from their
darkest nightmares.
This woman had entered prison around the same time as Camila She had a history of causing trouble for competitors in her business dealings, often resorting to intimidation.
In one particularly violent altercation, she stabbed her rival and even attacked people in broad daylight, venting her frustrations with life For her crimes, she was sentenced to twenty years in prison
She wasn’t supposed to be released so early, but the Connor family had approached her in prison, offering her a deaf torment Camila relentlessly, and in return, they would use their influence to reduce her sentence
From that day forward, Camila’s life in prison turned into a waking nightmare every moment was forment, every breath a reminder of her helplessness.
In prison, it wasn’t just this woman who beat Camila mercilessly, others, bribed by Arthur, Ivanna, and Agnes, also tormented and abused her endlessly.
Now that she was out, the woman went straight to the Connor family.
Enoch’s face turned ashen. He staggered back a step, as if the woman before him were some kind of feral beast. Abigail gasped, covering her mouth in shock, her eyes filled with panic and unease. “Wh–What do you want?”
The woman smirked coldly, her gaze sharp as she closed in on Enoch. “What do I want? Mr. Connor, you really have a knack for forgetting favors, don’t you?”
She extended a finger and tapped Enoch’s chest lightly. “I did your dirty work in prison. Now that I’m out, don’t you think it’s time for some payback?”
Enoch frowned deeply. “We already gave you benefits back then. We helped reduce your sentence.”
The woman laughed in a mean way. Her scar looked even worse as she sneered. “A shorter jail time? Big deal. I’m out now. but I’m broke. I’m not asking for much–just 300 thousand dollars. Give it to me, and I’ll leave Sancho.”
In their prime, the Connors could easily afford 300 thousand dollars. But now, after Giovani’s constant pressure, the Connor Group was nearly bankrupt, its financial chain completely severed. They couldn’t easily find that much money. Abigail shot back, her voice trembling with anger, “This is extortion. We could call the police and have you arrested.” The woman burst into laughter, sharp and mocking. “Call the police? If I end up back in prison, I’ll make sure to spill every detail about our little arrangement.”
Enoch’s face turned even paler. If the truth were exposed, not only would his reputation be utterly destroyed, but he might also face prison time himself.
After a long moment of consideration, Enoch gritted his teeth. “Fine, I’ll give you the money. But you’d better keep your word and leave Sancho.”
“Don’t worry. After everything I’ve been through, I just want to live out the rest of my life in peace,” the woman replied.
Lucy clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms as she listened. ‘Camila’s life is in ruins, yet these monsters still dare to dream of a peaceful future? Over my dead body, she thought.
