Chapter 909

"C-Cameron?" stammered Jackson and the heads of the prestigious families. Their eyes widened in surprise when they saw Cameron walking up into the room. Cameron's face was devoid of expression. He glanced at an anxious Wilda, who was curled up with a blanket wrapped around her in a corner of the bed. Her cheeks were swollen, and he could see the marks of the slaps Jackson just gave her. When Wilda saw Cameron, the fear in her eyes was replaced by concern. "Cameron? Why did you come out?" she muttered, worried for him. "Sorry, Ms. Jephson," said Cameron. She had suffered because of him, and he blamed himself for it so much that his eyes stung from tears that threatened to fall. He heard everything that happened in the room when he was in the cellar. His eyes turned red with murderous fury at the thought of Wilda almost getting raped by Jackson because she wanted to protect him. "Run, Cameron! Don't mind me!" Wilda told him, anxious. Cameron was hurt. He'd be doomed if