When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1871 Camila Was Found

She knew he was trying to ease her thoughts.

Jocelyn let out a faint hum in response, her mind drifting to what Cecilia had said earlier. Maybe Nicholas wasn't the person she thought he was.

Maybe she'd spent too much time idealizing him-only ever seeing the gentle side he showed abroad, when he was ill and far from home. But now she was beginning to realize he was far more complicated. Far less pure than the version she'd held in her heart.

"All right, let's not talk about this anymore." Noticing her slight unease, Yannick quickly changed the subject.

Jocelyn didn't pursue it further.

Meanwhile, Meredith had already heard that things weren't going well on Cecilia's end-Nicholas had refused to relinquish custody of Dahlia.

Though disappointed, she remained calm. "Even if I can't adopt Dahlia, I'll make sure to visit her often."

Cecilia didn't know how to respond.

Then Meredith added, "By the way, Ceci, did you hear? I found Camila."

"That fast?" Cecilia raised her brows.

"I actually thought it was too slow," Meredith replied, filled with fury as she thought of Camila's face.

"So, what's your next move?" Cecilia asked.

Leaning back against the chair, Meredith didn't hesitate. "I already passed her address to Zeke through a third party. Let them tear each other apart first."

She had someone shadowing Camila-any of her movements were under constant watch.

Right on cue, her phone buzzed with a video message.

Camila had tried to steal Zeke's mother's jewelry and flee the country, but her escape plan was cut short before it could even begin.

She had taken refuge in a motel, hoping to lay low.

When Zeke arrived, he didn't bother knocking-he kicked the door open with a force that echoed through the room.

Allison followed close behind, and when she and her son laid eyes on Camila, their expressions darkened, as though they were staring at their greatest enemy.

"You lowlife," Zeke spat, his voice seething with rage. "Give me back what's mine, now!" His eyes were bloodshot, the dark circles beneath them a testament to days of sleepless nights.

Camila hadn't anticipated they'd track her down so quickly. She feigned

innocence, playing dumb. "What are you talking about? I don't know what you're saying."

"You don't know?" Zeke's anger boiled over. He strode toward her, seized the collar of her dress, and delivered a sharp slap across her face.

The impact sent a jolt through her, and her vision blurred as her cheek burned with pain.

Allison wasn't far behind. She rushed forward, hands clawing at Camila's clothes. "I worked hard my whole life in exchange for those jewelry, you vixen! You'd better give it back!"

The jewelry and money Camila had stolen were Zeke's lifeline the very capital he needed to rebuild.

Camila tried to push back against them. But there was no fighting them. Her strength was no match for their fury. All she could do was endure the punishment.

Finally, she couldn't take it any longer. "Zeke-Zeke, stop! Please! I don't have it anymore. I don't have the stuff."

The two of them paused, a flicker of confusion crossing their faces. "If you don't have the jewelry, where is it?"

At the mention of the missing items, Camila was disheartened too. "It's been stolen..." she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her mind flashed back to the airport-she had gone to buy some food, distracted and careless. In the blink of an eye, someone had slashed her bag and taken everything inside.

Allison's face went pale as the news settled in. Her vision darkened, and she almost crumpled to the floor in despair.

Zeke's fury surged. His eyes

widened, bloodshot and filled with

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rage. With no more consideration a any semblance of their past relationship, he lunged at Camila, gripping her neck with crushing force. "Are you joking? Where is the money?" noveldrama

Camila's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her breath becoming

shallow as the pressure on her neck

made her head spin. She couldn't

form a word-her body paralyzed

with fear and suffocation.

Zeke wasn't done. His face was a mask of fury, his voice low but menacing as he

spat, "Give me the money!"

Camila shook her head and tried to pry his hands off her.