Chapter 155 A Birthday Party

When someone's not the favorite, it feels like everything they do – even just breathing – is wrong.

Wade could understand how Dominic felt. However, he had no idea what Dominic and Tilda had really been through.

If he did, Wade would just have to admit they all owed Tilda.

Maybe this was fate's way of making them pay their debts.

Russell walked in.

"Dad."

"Daddy."

Russell looked nervous, but there was hope in his eyes. "I just heard some noise in here. Did Dominic wake up?"

Wade shook his head. He said, "Dominic's not awake yet. He just talked a bit in his sleep. But don't worry, Dad – the doctor said he'll be fine. He's just exhausted and stressed out, so he needs rest…"

Then, after a pause, Wade decided to speak up. "Dad, actually Dominic said-"

Kyla interrupted. "Daddy, how about Mom? Did she see Tilda?"

"She did, but, well, it went just as we expected.

"There's no way Tilda would talk to us kindly now.

"At this point, we'll just have to wait for Dominic to wake up and explain what really happened."

The room went silent again.

The next day after class, Tilda headed to the cafeteria with Una.

"Hey, Tilda! My family's throwing a birthday party for my mom at our hotel tonight," Una chirped. "Want to come? My parents invited you!"

Tilda managed a small smile.

"Sure! I'll have to pick out a good present for your mom."

Una poked Tilda's cheek. "What's up? Why do you look so down? Didn't you win the lawsuit? Or did your family come after you again? Hmph! If they did, I swear I won't let them get away with it!"

Una bared her teeth like an angry kitten. Tilda's heart warmed. She ruffled Una's hair. "Don't worry. If they come after me, I'll make sure they're carried out on stretchers."

But the episode with Dominic was something Tilda could only share with Andy, not Una.

After completely breaking things off with Dominic, a day passed.

Tilda felt a bit better, but strangely empty, as if something important was missing.

What was it?

Tilda felt like she'd lost her sense of direction in life. Sure, she'd gotten rid of the Jensons and chased away all the toxic people who showed up looking for trouble.

She'd protected the people she cared about.

But deep down, she knew there had to be something more important for her to do. There must be something bigger than just getting caught up in petty grudges and family drama.

For now, she tried to push those restless thoughts out of her mind.

She'd take things one step at a time and just focus on finding some happiness along the way.

That evening, as night fell, Tilda picked up her car at Nightingale Bar and drove to the hotel for the birthday party.

She signed her name at the door, handed over her gift, and stepped into a crowded, lively room.

It was Una's mother's birthday, and the whole family was present, along with many guests.

This was their big night.

Tilda watched as Una's parents stood on stage, side by side, looking so happy and in love. Una was there too, along with her older brother and her little brother, who was still in middle school.

Everyone was dressed their best, smiling, giving speeches, popping champagne with the guests, and cutting the cake.

The whole room buzzed with joy.

Tilda's gaze softened.

She knew she would probably never have this kind of warmth. A real family of her own seemed impossible. Still, she was glad that Una could have it.

But thankfully, this kind of pain never touched Una's world.

Una was the kind of kid who deserved happiness and a life full of light.

As for this heartache, Tilda decided she would bear it alone and slowly overcome it on her own.

She picked up a glass of champagne but didn't feel like eating. Instead, she slipped out to the balcony for some fresh air. She looked out at the city lights, hoping it would help her calm down.

Suddenly, she nearly bumped into someone.

"Tilda?! Is that you?"

Clive was shocked. He couldn't believe his rotten luck.

He'd been trying to avoid her at school, convinced she was nothing but bad luck.

Ever since Tilda came into the picture, the Jensons had fallen apart.

Jenson Group was in shambles. The family, including his best friend, had all changed.

Tilda just shot Clive a cold look.

Not in the mood to argue with someone insignificant, so she walked right past him.

Her reaction annoyed Clive.

"Hey, Tilda! Why are you pretending you don't know me? Are you feeling guilty or something?" He called after her.

"And what are you even doing here?"

Sure, Clive knew Tilda seemed to attract trouble wherever she went. Getting involved with her usually meant trouble.

But being completely ignored? That hurt his pride.

After all, he was a Rowse, and everyone at school thought he was the hottest guy around.

Tilda didn't even break her stride. "This is the Colons' birthday party. Una's my best friend. Why wouldn't I be here?"