Chapter 8
Something suddenly hit Jameson, and he bolted for home like a madman.
Sylvia tried to stop him. “Jameson…”
He shoved her aside. “Get out of my way!”
She fell to the ground from the force of it.
Jameson did not even look back, sprinting home at full speed.
The elders of the Hart family had never liked Camille. They thought she was not good
enough for Jameson.
So, he bought apartments near her university and near the hospital where she worked, choosing to live with her in places convenient for her studies and job.
He only returned to his family home when absolutely necessary.
After Camille graduated and started working at the hospital, the two of them settled into a spacious apartment nearby.
When Jameson rushed home, he tore through the living room, the bedroom, and even the
bathroom.
All the photos of them together were gone. Every trace of their shared life had been wiped away. Their matching items and their belongings had been thrown away.
It was like she had never existed in this place.
His heart sank.
He slumped down in the cold, empty house. As he recalled everything he had done over the past month, he suddenly raised a hand and slapped himself hard on the face.
“Camille! I messed up! I know I messed up!”
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He raced back downstairs, jumped into his car, and drove straight to the apartment near
the medical college where they had once lived together.
When he got there, he saw that Camille had cleaned that place out too.
Jameson stood there, dazed, surrounded by emptiness. He didn’t even know what to do
next.
He made a few phone calls to check whether the burial plot he had bought for Camille’s grandmother had been used. It had not.
Then, he called people in her hometown.
After several calls, he finally got an answer. When he left with Sylvia that night, Camille had taken her grandmother’s ashes and returned home, burying her grandmother in the village. She had even placed a tombstone.
Terror gripped Jameson like a vice. However, he could not help thinking.
What was Camille planning?
Was she leaving him?
No!
That was impossible. Camille loved him deeply.
She had no one else but him.
She would not just give him up!
He kept repeating the words to himself, but deep down, he knew the truth. Camille was raised by her grandmother, and beneath her gentle exterior, she was fiercely resilient and
unwavering in her decisions.
His hands were trembling as he pulled out his phone. His mind buzzed, and he did not even
know who to call.
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He stared at his contact list for a long time before finally dialing one of Camille’s mentors,
someone she was close to.
A few hours later, Jameson finally got a definitive answer. Ryan had taken a group of students abroad for a study program. Camille was among them.
As soon as he confirmed her whereabouts, Jameson booked a plane ticket. However, the
moment the flight confirmation came through, a strange stillness came over him.
Then, it hit him.
He remembered the look in Camille’s eyes that day at the cemetery.
What had he done in response?
He had gotten tricked by Sylvia, and without a second thought, abandoned Camille right in front of her. He had walked away while carrying Sylvia in his arms.
Time and again, he had lied to Camille for Sylvia’s sake. He had doubted her and even publicly questioned her mentor’s medical ethics… all for Sylvia.
He had gone behind Camille’s back and planned to move her grandmother’s remains….
Jameson slapped himself hard once more.
Even after that, he had to ask himself. What could he possibly say to Camille if he found her now? Would she forgive him?
If she did not forgive him…
A wave of terror washed over him.
He refused to even entertain the possibility that Camille would never forgive him. All he
could think about was how to win her back and how to earn her forgiveness.
He made several calls and cut all support to the Gray family’s company. He also deactivated the supplementary bank card he had given to Sylvia.
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The thought of Sylvia’s lies made Jameson sneer coldly. He contacted his lawyer and demanded to reclaim every cent he had spent on Sylvia since her return to the country.
Meals and daily expenses aside, he wanted everything he had bought for Sylvia back–the designer goods, the bookings for five–star presidential suites, and all the money he had
transferred to her.
He wanted it all back!
Harry Walker, their mutual friend, the one who had originally called and told Jameson that Sylvia had ‘only a month,to live‘ rushed over after hearing what had happened.
“Jameson, you’re out of your mind! How can you treat Sylvia like this? She only did all those things because she loves you-”
Before he could finish, Jameson punched him in the face.
Harry cried out in pain and staggered to the ground, clutching his face.
Jameson’s expression twisted with fury. He stepped forward, each punch landing harder
than the last.
“Harry Walker, where did you get the guts to conspire with Sylvia and lie to me like this?”
At first, Harry tried to explain, but soon, he could only curl up while shielding his head and begging for mercy.
Jameson did not listen. He refused to listen.
Harry lay motionless on the ground, barely able to speak.
Jameson finally stood up, straightened his clothes, and made a call to his personal
assistant. “Come here and take Harry to the hospital. I’ll cover all the expenses.”
As Harry was loaded into the ambulance, Jameson stood there coldly with his eyes fixed on him. “Tell Sylvia this isn’t over.”
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