Chapter 183 Trash Is Trash

Tilda stood on the stage. Her face was as pale as a ghost. She felt like a clown while everyone laughed at her. Tilda had nowhere to hide.

In front of the whole crowd, she was deeply humiliated. Russell, shaking with anger, slapped her hard across the face.

Tilda fell to the ground, coughing up blood.

Blair watched coldly from the side. Her brothers ignored her and dragged Kyla away, as if they didn’t even know Tilda existed.

At that moment, Rebecca was clutching her stomach, laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. She whispered something proudly to Ryan and Daphne.

Tilda still remembered that scene.

Ruining Rebecca was far from enough.

The shame she had suffered in her past life–she was determined to make Rebecca pay for it, so much so that Rebecca would wish she’d never been born!

Suddenly, the sound of fast footsteps echoed through the hallway.

“Rebecca, where are you?”

Rounding the corner, Tilda ran straight into someone.

“It’s you?!”

Howard never dreamed he would bump into Tilda here.

Originally, Howard had come to Hetsa to receive treatment and leave Slosa for a while.

After all, the Jensons had way too much power in Slosa.

Even with a private doctor, there was no guarantee that news of his injuries wouldn’t get out.

If his family found out, they’d worry and ask too many questions.

And if he had to admit Tilda was the one who beat him up, his pride would be gone.

As soon as he felt a little better, with Wade’s help, Howard flew to Hetsa to continue receiving treatment at the hospital.

Once he was almost healed, he saw on Rebecca’s social media that she was in Hetsa. Moreover, she was not far from him, so he thought he’d meet up with her.

After all, Rebecca was like his little sister.

When Howard arrived at the restaurant where Rebecca had posted her location, she and her friends were gone.

She didn’t answer his texts or calls, which gave him a bad feeling. He asked the staff and checked the security cameras to find out which way they’d left and followed in that direction.

He ran into Tilda here.

Suddenly, his bad feeling just turned into reality.

“Tilda, where’s Rebecca? What did you do to them?” Howard asked anxiously.

Tilda showed up right where Rebecca disappeared. Howard knew what Tilda could do in a fight.

If she’d gone after Rebecca, Rebecca wouldn’t stand a chance.

Tilda looked bored. “Do I know you? Don’t act like we’re close. Get out of my way.”

Who did Howard think he was, acting like I owe him an answer? First Rebecca, now this idiot. What rotten luck!

Tilda’s eyes flashed with disgust. She shoved her hands in her pockets, ready to walk past him.

Seeing the look on her face, Howard’s temper snapped. He clenched his fists.

“Tilda, how can you talk to me like that? I’m your brother!” He protested.

Tilda had wanted to ignore Howard.

But when he shamelessly called himself her brother, her gaze turned icy cold.

“You’d better watch what comes out of that mouth! My brother? You really think you deserve that?”

Tilda turned her head, giving Howard a long, slow look up and down. “Not bad–you recover quickly. Last time I saw you, you were lying there like a beaten dog, barely breathing. And now, just a few days later, you’re bouncing around like nothing happened.”

Howard’s face stiffened. The aches and bruises from before seemed to flare up again. He frowned at the thought.

The last time Howard faced off against Tilda, he was completely crushed. Every move he tried, she saw right through it. Howard got beaten like a punching bag. It was the worst humiliation he had ever suffered in all his years of fighting.

“Tilda, don’t get cocky! I just underestimated you last time, that’s all.”

“Haha!”

Tilda snorted with laughter.

Suddenly, she shot out a kick. So fast it blurred the air, making a sharp popping sound.

Howard’s heart thudded in shock.

He hadn’t expected Tilda to make a move right then. Instinctively, he tried to dodge.

But Tilda’s kick stopped short. It was a fake–out!

Crap!

Howard’s heart nearly stopped.

Next thing he knew, Tilda’s fist smashed into the right side of his face.

He staggered backwards, stumbling several steps. Half his face went numb, and he tasted blood in his mouth.

Tilda didn’t even bother to give him another attack. She just looked at him like trash.

“Really, Howard? That’s your excuse? You lost because you let your guard down? Trash is trash! Why are you barking like a dog?”

Howard scrambled to explain, “I’m not fully healed! And your ambush caught me by surprise!”

Tilda burst out laughing. “Oh, please! Do you think your opponent in a real match is going to go easy on you because you’re injured? Will they just hand you the championship belt out of pity?”

She shook her head. “And you think that was an ambush? If you’re dumb enough to get close to someone you hate—someone who would love to see you gone—shouldn’t you be extra careful in case they hit you out of nowhere?”