His Lethal Love
Chapter 18

Past.

Scott POV.

"Coffee?" I offered it to Camille as she had been sitting in the waiting room for hours. Mrs. Davidson's surgery was in progress, and it would take a couple of hours to be completed. "Thank you,” she whispered, grabbing a mug and bringing it to her lips. Her hands were shaking as she sipped the coffee. "I'm scared."

"Everything will be fine," I told her as I sat next to her.

"Scott..." she bit her lip before letting out a long sigh. "I appreciate you being here."

"Don't thank me. I would have done the same if it were someone else."

"I apologize for everything I have done to you."

I scoffed. "I won't forgive you unless you forgive me."

Her eyes were pulled away from the floor to look at me. It was obvious that she was exhausted and in pain. "I forgive you."

I leaped closer to her and touched her neck, which was smeared with my fingerprints. "If Samuel hadn't separated me from you, I almost killed you."

"I almost killed you with the leather belt that day." She cracked a smile while sipping coffee. "I think we're both faulty."

"Agreed." I ran my fingers through my hair, wanting to continue the conversation. That day, I realized I enjoyed talking to this girl. "I think we need a fresh start." "Well, why can't we start rhi today?" she asked.

"Okay, let's begin our new journey." It disappointed me when she brushed my hand away when I tried to touch her.

Camille and I got along well. Mrs. Davidson's health was changing from okay to bad again as she was experiencing difficulty breathing. My heart broke for her as she was counting down the days. It was very difficult for Camille to believe, but Mrs. Davidson had just a few days left in her life. I wanted to help their family, so I started taking care of Camille's siblings. It was my duty to prepare their food, bathe them, and drop them off at school. As Maura got back to her feet, she asked about my busy schedule. Instead of telling her about Camille, I told her I had started a part-time job in a garage. My lack of time frustrated her, but I dropped by her house so that she wouldn't doubt me.

After parking the car in the hospital parking lot, I got out and headed toward the entrance when I heard a man groan. "Fucking buddies." I sighed and continued walking, but paused when I heard Camille's voice. "Samuel, stop it!" With a twist of my head, I gazed at them and was taken aback by their intimacy. Camille was lying on her back on the hood of a white car as Samuel was fucking her. It was hard to decide if she felt pain or pleasure as her eyes were closed. I couldn't see her properly, but I could say my brother was enjoying every second of her. The sight of them together made me rage blindly as I clenched my fists harder. I wanted to break them up, but I couldn't because of my brother. His love for her was unconditional.

"Um..." Samuel whispered softly, kissing Camille deeply. "You're so gorgeous." I cringed at the sight of his naked back. His jeans piled to his knees as he was having a pleasant time with his girlfriend.

"Ahh..." Camille cried out and for a moment I heard the pain in her voice. "Samuel..." Before I could hear her further, I walked off the parking lot and headed directly to Mrs. Davidson's room.

"I am sorry, Christian..." I felt my eyebrows raise when I heard Mr. Neil Davidson's voice. Peering through the ajar door, I listened to what was happening inside the room. "I love you, honey," he begged as he grabbed the hand of his unconscious wife. "Please don't leave me. I could never have predicted that my small mistake would bring you to this state. Didn't I behave selfishly? You tried to kill yourself without thinking about what might happen to our four children." "You cheated on me with your ex, Neil." Mrs. Davidson's voice was lurching. "She should have been with you."

"Christian!" Neil cried out like an injured animal. "I beg you for mercy. It was not intentional."

"I beg your mercy. Just let me alone and call my daughter." Mrs. Davidson said in an angry tone. Despite her weak voice, she was eloquent.

"Oh, I...I love you, dear."

"When you impregnated her... that was the end of our love," she moaned as she struggled to breathe. "I need you to call my daughter."

Neil jumped to his feet and rushed outside. I quickly scurried into the next room to hide, sighing with relief when he disappeared down the hallway.

I knocked softly before entering her room. "Come in..." Christian called out as I opened the door and walked in. "Scott."

"How are you feeling, Mrs. Davidson?" I asked in a rough tone.

"Pain, hurt, and betrayal." Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she was sucked in a breath.

"This is your karma, isn't it, Mrs. Davidson?" I smirked despite seeing her in severe pain.

She let out an empty smile as her eyes focused on the ceiling above her. "I did what I wanted in my life. At least I would be dying peacefully."

"All you've done is hurt and humiliate people. And now, you've taught these things to your daughter..."

"Don't talk about my daughter!" she snapped, becoming fiercely protective of her daughter. "I taught her to be strong, independent, and brave so that she wouldn't have to experience what I have." "You taught her how to bully others."

"She punishes those who deserve it." Her jaw clenched and her eyes narrowed at me.

"You spoiled her. She became cold-hearted because of you." I continued.

Her anger was growing as she exhaled deeply, gripping the sheets in her hands. "Shut up! Stop talking about my daughter. I know who she is and how she is."

As I stepped closer to her bed, I saw her vulnerable state. "You have made her inhuman, Mrs. Davidson."

Exasperated, she squeezed her eyes and shook her head. "Call my daughter immediately."

After letting out a heavy sigh, I fished out my cell phone and called Camille. When her phone rang, it went to voicemail. My frustration prompted me to leave a voicemail and tuck the phone back into my pocket. "She'll be here in a few minutes," I said to Christian, but she ignored me and turned her head away in anger.

"Where is the patient's family?" the doctor asked while I was trying to call Camille. I had been trying to reach Mr. Davidson and Camille for three hours, but they didn't receive my call. Either their calls went to voicemail or remained unanswerable.

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"How's mom?" Natalie asked the doctor, as she was the only member present in the hospital while Christian was taking her last breath. I was informed by the doctor that Mrs. Davidson had not had enough time since her condition had become sensitive.

Ignoring Natalie, the doctor looked at me and asked, "Who is Camille?"

"She's her first child," I replied quickly while glancing at Natalie, who had a disappointed look on her face. "Why?"

"Patient wants to meet her." The doctor checked his watch before telling me, "Call her immediately because the patient has not had enough time."

"Can I meet her?" Natalie asked quietly, stepping forward.

"Sure." I sighed in relief when the doctor let her meet her mother. Caden and Clarence were too small to confront their mother, so they stayed at home. I didn't know where Mr. Davidson was, but according to Lee, he was at his favorite bar and drowning in grief.

"Will you come with me?" Natalie asked me.

"You get there, I'll be right there..." I nodded while trying to reach Camille again.

'Hi, this is Camille speaking. I'm not available right now, so please leave a sweet message and if I'm satisfied with your text, I'll call you back.' I flung the phone across the wall, startling a couple of nurses when I heard her voicemail again. "Where the fuck are you?"I hissed out under my breath.

"Who's Scott here?" one of the nurses shouted across the hall. She looked worried and nervous as I strode towards her.

"Me..." I said.

"Mrs. Davidson wants to see you right now." she huffed while leading me to her room and I dashed into the room.

"Scott..." Christian said as soon as I entered the room. "Where...is...my...daughter?" I frowned when I saw fear in her eyes and that fear was for her daughter. Sighing heavily, I approached a chair next to her bed and sat down. "My... daughter."

"Your daughter is here..." I nodded towards Natalie, who stood at the corner of the room with a gloomy face.

"Camille..." Christian said while her hand was trembling as she was reaching out to me to hold my hand. Immediately, I extended my hand and wrapped my fingers around her bony fingers. "I'm...worried...about...her." She took a long inhale before trying to speak out, "She...has...been...trying...to...tell...me...something...but...I..." tears were rolling down her cheeks as she was fighting for breath.

I squeezed her hand in response and gave her an assuring nod. "I'll bring her. Just wait for a while."

"Please....I...want...to...see...her...one...last...time..." she grabbed my hand firmly, "I...beg...please...call...her..." I felt a sharp pain when I saw a mother begging for her daughter. The more she cried for her daughter, the more I became angry with

Camille.

I rose to my feet and left the room. I headed straight to the parking lot and mounted my motorcycle before driving directly to Davidson's villa. In fifteen minutes, I arrived there and checked on her, but she was not there. Caden and Clarence were playing in the garden while my father monitored them. After that, I left for Rika's house, but she was not there either.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" Rika chided once she found Camille was missing for the last six hours. She had never done this before. God knows where the fuck was she. The whole month she had stayed with her mother and taken care of her, but at the last moment of her mother's life, she was nowhere to be found. I panicked when she was not in martial arts class. Her trainer told me she had been not attending classes for one and a half months. "She's missing for six hours." I finally replied to Rika, as she was following me like a hungry hound. "Now, stop pestering me."

"I won't until you tell me the entire story." she glared at me, placing a hand on her hip. "It's your plan, right?" she said.

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"Are you fucking crazy?" I exclaimed, taking her by surprise as she retreated her step. "I've been helping her for over a month like crazy and you thought I kidnapped her?" "I mean..." she looked away, looking embarrassed. "You hate her."

"No, I don't hate her, but I probably hate her guts," I said roughly as I got on the motorcycle and gripped the clutch before I shifted it into first gear.

"I'm also coming with you," Rika huffed and quickly got behind me.

"Get the fucking ass of yours off my bike!" I spat and squeezed the clutch hard.

"I said I'm also coming."

"Get your fucking car."

"Motorcycles are the best." She giggled, which made my jaw clench hard. "Now start."

"Whoa...man!" she cried out when I sped up. "Slow the fucking down. You're giving me the creeps."

"You should have thought about it before sitting on my bike."

"You're pompous!" she roared while gripping my waist. "Slow down, asshole."

"Is there any other place where we could replace her?" I asked her.

"She was with Samuel last time I spoke to her."

The realization hit me so hard that I felt a cold splash of water on my face.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

My stupidity! How could I have forgotten that she was with my brother? I turned left and drove straight to my house.

Minutes later we sprinted inside. My doubts vanished once I spotted Camille's bag on the sofa.

As we walked towards my brother's room, I glanced at Rika, who had the same shocked expression as I did.

I kicked the door without thinking twice, causing it to fly open.

"What the fuck is that?" Samuel shouted and turned to look at me as I looked at Camille. She was naked on my brother's bed.

"You..." Before I could speak further, my phone buzzed out. I quickly received it when I recognized the hospital's contact number. "Hello..."