Chapter 148 You, Die
If Tilda hadn’t turned out to be Queen, Dominic wouldn’t have felt a shred of guilt.
He would have hated her even more, focused only on sending his long-lost sister—missing for 19 years—straight to hell.
He wanted Tilda to regret everything she’d ever done to the Jensons.
But it was only because Tilda was his mentor that Dominic felt regret.
Not because he realized he was her big brother, the one who should have protected her.
Back then, Tilda had treated Dominic, her apprentice, with real care.
Now, all that feeling had twisted into pure hatred.
Tilda didn’t hesitate—she turned to leave.
If she stayed around Dominic any longer, she felt like she’d throw up.
She couldn’t stand to see his disgusting face, couldn’t bear to hear his shameless words.
Every time she saw Dominic, every time she heard his shameless words, Tilda remembered the pain he’d caused her—both in her last life and this one.
She remembered how she’d cared for DJ on the dark web, how she’d tried to protect him.
All those tangled feelings made her head pound.
The hate was real.
And now, she didn’t just hate Dominic—she hated herself, too.
How can I be so stupid?
Just then, Dominic saw Tilda leaving.
He scrambled through the mud, grabbing at her pant leg.
“Let go, Dominic!”
Tilda spun around and stomped hard on Dominic’s arm.
The pain was so sharp it nearly tore him apart, but Dominic gritted his teeth and didn’t cry out.
He clung to Tilda’s pant leg like it was his last lifeline.
Dominic knew—if he let go now, he’d never get back what he’d lost.
He just wanted a little redemption, just a tiny bit of hope.
Even if it meant ruining his arm, he wasn’t going to let go.
“Tilda, what do I have to do… for you to forgive me…?”
“Master, I know I was wrong. If it’s about the past, I’ll do whatever you want—just please, forgive me….”
Dominic begged, lower than he’d ever been.
He was the eldest son of the Jensons, the star everyone expected to shine.
He’d never been this desperate, never thrown away his pride like this, especially not for his little sister—someone he’d never cared about before.
If fate really was punishing him for how he’d treated his sister, Dominic finally understood how deep that pain went. He’d taken it, and now he was nearly crushed by it.
Only a few hours had passed, but facing Tilda’s coldness, Dominic felt like his heart was breaking—he’d rather be dead.
“You want me to forgive you?”
“Dominic, ha… If you really mean that….”
“Then, as your blind mentor, as the sister you hated, ignored, and kicked out of the house….”
“If you want my forgiveness, I have just one demand.”
“That is…”
Tilda’s lips parted, her voice filled with disgust and hatred, like a curse from above.
“You. Die.”
The moment those words hit, Dominic felt like he’d fallen into an ice pit.
His grip on Tilda’s pant leg went weak, and he slowly let go.
Tilda turned and walked away without a second thought, leaving Dominic behind in the mud, letting the rain beat down on him like trash.
Just like the Jensons had left Tilda in the fire in her last life, walking away without a glance, leaving her to burn, wishing for death.
If Dominic really was hurting, if he really felt regret—then good.
Tilda wanted Dominic to suffer as much as she had.
Why should she be the only one to pay for his cruelty?
She’d already suffered enough in her last life—this time, it was Dominic’s turn.
Until Tilda’s silhouette disappeared from sight, Dominic sat there, drained of all strength, the cold rain hitting him without mercy.
Slowly…
Dominic started to laugh, a laugh that grew more and more miserable.
He covered his face, letting the tears spill out, mixing with the freezing rain.
No one could tell if Dominic was crying, but even if he fooled everyone else, he couldn’t fool himself—and that was the saddest part.
The golden boy was now a joke.
Anyone who saw Dominic now would think he was a madman, never guessing he was the high-and-mighty CEO of Jenson Group.
“Yeah… all of this… I brought it on myself…”
“I’m getting what I deserve. That’s why I ended up like this…”