Chapter 147 Talk About What?

Dominic was knocked straight to the ground by the slap.

His expensive suit was soaked in muddy water, leaving him a mess. He was nothing like the high and mighty heir of the Jensons, the CEO of Jenson Group, the man everyone looked up to and expected so much from. Who could have imagined that someone who seemed to stand above everyone else would end up sprawled in the mud, unable to even get to his feet?

His face burned with pain, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. There was no doubt–Tilda hadn’t held back at all. Dominic felt like she’d almost slapped him into a concussion.

He lifted his head, rain and mud blurring his vision. But this time, Dominic could finally see clearly. He saw the coldness in Tilda’s eyes–and the murderous anger surrounding her. It shattered the last bit of hope he’d been clinging to. That slap had given Tilda’s answer. The pain was so sharp, it snapped Dominic’s mind awake, no longer lost in confusion. It was like someone drowning, finally pulled onto a boat–but before he could feel relief, a wave crashed down and dragged him back into the icy depths.

The rain started pouring even harder, and the wind began to howl.

“Dominic, if you call me ‘Master‘ one more time, I’ll rip your mouth apart myself. Other people have class, you’re just an ass. Do you have any idea how disgusting you are? You make me sick! If your house doesn’t have a mirror, you’ve at least got a toilet. Take a look at yourself–see just how much of a jerk you are!”

Tilda took deep, shaky breaths. Hearing Dominic say “Master” after everything that had happened, and still having the nerve to come find her and try to talk? Talk about what? Was there anything left to say between them?

Should they reminisce about their time as mentor and apprentice on the dark web? Motherfucker!

Tilda felt even more nauseated. She wished she could kill Dominic right then and there, but her common sense stopped her. If she did, it would cause a whole lot of trouble. In her last life, it was the Jensons who made her less than human, who led her to die in a fire. This time, she’d finally been given another chance–a chance to change her crappy fate. Tilda never wanted to get tangled up with the Jensons again.

Never!

She’d do everything she could to escape, even get revenge, so the Jensons would know she wasn’t someone to mess with. But… What was this now? Fate wasn’t just playing a cruel joke on Dominic–it was playing one on Tilda too. Her biggest regret from her last life, the apprentice she’d mentored for three years on the dark web, the one she’d been so proud of–was actually her own brother Dominic, the man she hated so much she wished he was dead.

God, you really know how to mess with people! You’re gonna kill me with these games!

“Tilda, I really didn’t know… I didn’t know Queen was you, that you were my master. But everything I said to you on the dark web was real. I joined because I admired you. Being your student was the best thing that ever happened to me–the thing I’m most proud of in my life! Every time I learned something new from you, every time you praised me, I was so happy I didn’t know what to do. I never lied to you, ever!”

Dominic’s mind was spinning, and all he could do was blurt out his feelings in a frantic voice.

“So are you talking to me as DJ, or as Dominic? To you, am I your master, or your sister? Whichever it is, do you really think you deserve it? After everything you’ve done to me, you still expect me to sit down and talk with you? Keep dreaming! Dominic, the thing I regret most in my life is not looking into your background before I took you on as my apprentice. I regret it so much!”

Tilda’s words hit Dominic like a sledgehammer. His head was spinning, and he just collapsed in the mud, rain washing over his eyes. He could see Tilda’s cold, merciless gaze so clearly.

Regret.

Overwhelming regret …

Guilt flooded Dominic’s heart. He wished he could disappear, crawl into a hole and never come out. He had no defense against Tilda’s words. The more he listened, the more pain, sadness, and hopelessness grew inside him, wrapping around his heart like vines, squeezing until he could barely breathe.

Tilda was right.

Dominic really didn’t deserve anything. If he hadn’t hurt Tilda so badly, maybe they could have stayed mentor and student.

But…

Dominic had done things to Tilda that were beyond unforgivable.