Chapter 111 You’re Not Going Anywhere

Maybe this was the deep fear Kyla felt as the adopted daughter—the fear that the real heiress, Tilda, would take everything away.

She was terrified that her family, her wealth, her warmth, her high status—everything she had—would be snatched away by an outsider like Tilda.

The words just slipped out before she even realized it.

Tilda looked at Rebecca and Kyla as if she had seen a ghost.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. In her previous life, there had been several moments like this. After being tormented so badly by the Jensons, Tilda’s body was covered in wounds, and her heart grew cold. She soon fell into a deep depression. During that time, she didn’t want to see anyone—not even the Jensons.

She was all alone. Whenever she saw Kyla with the Jensons, all together in some warm, loving moment, Tilda would purposely hide and try to leave.

But Kyla always managed to spot her, calling her name sweetly and shoving her right in the spotlight, whether she liked it or not…

Back then, Tilda felt as if she were trapped under a harsh spotlight, every flaw laid bare beneath the Jensons‘ icy gazes, with nowhere to hide. Their indifference stung more than any wound, and she would have given anything to disappear.

Later, Tilda realized that Kyla didn’t actually have any special abilities. She was just so sensitive to Tilda’s presence that, no matter how much Tilda hid her scent, she’d always spot her.

Tsk, what a small world. Talk about bad luck!

Even Una started to doubt herself.

When Tilda put on makeup and hid her scent, Una almost didn’t recognize her.

But Kyla? She spotted Tilda right away.

What the heck?

Una suddenly felt like a lousy friend. She couldn’t even keep up with that two-faced, scheming bitch when it came to recognizing her own best friend.

“Tilda? Is that you?”

Rebecca spoke up in utter shock.

If Kyla hadn’t pointed her out, Rebecca wouldn’t have realized the woman in front of her was actually Tilda.

But now that she looked closer, it really was Tilda.

She’d nearly missed her.

“Tilda, ignore them.”

Though a bit shaken inside, Una remembered that they had come out today to have fun. She wasn’t about to let the Jensons—or that two-faced Kyla—ruin her mood.

She grabbed Tilda, ready to leave.

She already knew that nothing good ever came of the Jensons. They were nothing but trouble.

Tilda was happy to go along, too.

“Tilda, you’re not going anywhere! Stop right there!”

Now that Rebecca recognized Tilda, there was no way she’d let her leave so easily.

After hearing all those stories about Tilda being ungrateful and betraying the Jensons, Rebecca wanted nothing more than to drag her out by the hair, slap her across the face, and kick her until she was utterly ruined.

She was so furious she could barely think straight.

The moment she saw that bitch she despised standing right in front of her, Rebecca lunged, reaching out to grab Tilda.

But Tilda didn’t even turn around. She just caught Rebecca’s hand as it came toward her and seized her wrist.

With a slight twist, a bloodcurdling scream burst from Rebecca.

“Ah!”

Tilda swiftly let go of her wrist, totally unfazed.

She moved so fast that no one noticed what happened.

“Rebecca!”

Hearing Rebecca scream, Kyla hurried over in concern. “Are you all right? What happened?”

Rebecca glared at Tilda. “Tilda, how dare you lay your hand on me!”

“Oh dear, I didn’t know we could throw baseless accusations at people these days. I was just sitting here, minding my own business, when you suddenly ran up and accused me of attacking you. Do you have any proof? Did anyone actually see me touch you?”

Tilda turned and gave Rebecca a look of disdain. “If you don’t have any evidence, I could sue you for slander.”

Back in her previous life, Rebecca had never been kind to Tilda.

That was because she knew Daphne and Blair liked her, while Tilda was never favored by the Jensons.

Tilda had never provoked Rebecca. Yet Rebecca slandered and insulted her constantly.

Whenever Rebecca visited the Jenson Villa or ran into Tilda outside, Tilda always ended up suffering.

Rebecca had even trapped Tilda in a bathroom once and dumped water over her head, joking that she looked like a drowned rat.

She’d threatened Tilda not to tell anyone, or she’d turn the rest of the Jensons against her. She even told Tilda that if she ever tried to expose what happened, no one would believe her anyway.

Tilda had been so naive back then that she endured everything in silence.

Deep down, she knew Rebecca was telling the truth.

Even if Tilda said something, the Jensons wouldn’t believe her.

They’d just blame Tilda for making false accusations and treat her even worse.

Thinking about it all now, a strong sense of shame burned in Tilda’s chest.

She hadn’t wanted to ruin her good mood today.

But now, thinking back….

She couldn’t let it go.

Rebecca was practically begging to be put in her place, and Tilda wasn’t about to let her off easy.

Time to use Rebecca as a punching bag and blow off some steam!

She fired back her retort like a machine gun, leaving Rebecca stunned.

She never expected Tilda to be so sharp-tongued!

Of course. That’s what you get from someone with a rough background. All mouth, no manners.

“Kyla, you saw everything that happened, right?”

“I … Rebecca … I think I saw something… but… I’m not so sure…”

The truth was, Kyla hadn’t seen anything at all.

All she noticed was that before Tilda even turned around, Rebecca was already screaming.

The thing was, everything happened so fast that it was a blur.