Chapter 18
Camila thought, ‘Harry? How is he here?‘
Harry, the man before her, radiated fury, his presence suffocating–like a cold–blooded serpent coiling tightly around her, refusing to let go.
Panic surged through Camila. She struggled frantically, but his grip was unrelenting, like iron shackles locked around her wrist.
His face was ghostly pale, his teeth clenched so tightly they looked ready to shatter. He looked like a man possessed. “Where do you think you’re going at this hour?”
Camila didn’t care what he was saying. She had only one thought in her mind–run. “Let go of me!”
But Harry was like a beast that had lost all reason. Ignoring her desperate resistance, he yanked her away from the ticket gate, dragging her with brute force.
Her shoes scraped against the ground, leaving long skid marks. Her bag tumbled to the floor, its contents spilling everywhere–loose change clattering, papers scattering
The strength gap between them was overwhelming. No matter how much she struggled, it was useless. She felt like a brittle leaf caught in a storm, powerless against the force pulling her under
She thought, ‘No, I can’t go back. If the Jackson family handed me over to William, I wouldn’t make it out alive.’
She had already lived through his cruelty once. That time had nearly broken her. If she fell into his hands again, there would be no escape.
A surge of desperation overtook her. She turned to the crowd at the ticket gate, her voice raw and piercing. “I don’t know him! He’s a trafficker! Help me -1”
Her cries echoed through the cavernous train station, sharp and desperate enough to make heads turn.
People hesitated. A few moved as if to intervene. But Harry cut them off with a single sentence.
“She’s my sister,” he said, his voice calm, deliberate. “She had a fight with our family and is running away from home. Are you sure you want to get involved?”
The hesitation in the air deepened.
Harry stood tall, dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit that exuded authority and wealth. Every inch of him carried the effortless confidence of someone used to being in control. He did not look like a trafficker.
“I’m not his sister! I’m not-” Camila’s voice cracked, her eyes red, tears spilling down her face.
But no one moved, Hopelessness clawed at her chest. But she refused to give in.
Even if there was only the slimmest chance, she had to fight for herself–she had to drag herself out of this nightmare, no matter what it took.
Her gaze swept desperately across the crowd before locking onto a woman in her fifties. Their eyes met.
Hope flared in Camila’s chest. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out, “Mom—!”
The woman had been hesitating, unsure whether to step in. But the moment that word left Camila’s lips, her entire expression changed.
Camila clung to that flicker of hope, her voice trembling with emotion. “Mom, help me
The woman moved. Without hesitation, she surged forward, propelled by something deeper than reason–pure instinct.
And she wasn’t alone. Across the train station, women–young and old–turned at the sound of “Mom, help me.”
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Chapter 18
The woman reached Camila first, stepping between her and Harry. She grabbed his wrist and wrenched it away from Camila, her voice sharp and commanding. “What do you think you’re doing? You’re not taking her anywhere!”
Caught off guard, Harry staggered back a step, his face twisting in frustration. “This is a family matter. Stay out of it.”
But the woman didn’t budge. She shielded Camila with her body, her stance unshakable, her voice fierce. “I don’t care what it is. All I know is, my daughter is screaming for help.”
Harry’s patience snapped. His hand shot out, reaching for Camila once again.
At that moment, a swarm of women surged forward, encircling Harry.
“You look all high and mighty, but who knew you were a damn human trafficker?”
“Traffickers deserve a beating! Hit him! Hit him!”
A fierce wave of maternal instinct had ignited among them. They kicked and shoved him, their anger overflowing. Any chance of him grabbing Camila again was long gone.
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