Chapter 220 Get On Your Knees
“Make up for her?” Tilda laughed like she’d just heard the funniest joke ever. Her smirk was cold. “Yeah, sure. You’d bend over backward for your best friend and her kid. But your daughter? You never said a word. You let everyone walk all over me and ignored me. You even played favorites and did everything rotten you could. For someone else’s daughter, you’d grovel, beg, and do anything. If I didn’t have some power, you wouldn’t even glance at me. If I’d gone through the same crap, would you even beg anyone for me?”
“I…” Blair froze. She knew Tilda was right. She had fought tooth and nail for Rebecca and Daphne. She never gave up, even when it hurt. But if it were Tilda in trouble, would she act the same way? Or just blame Tilda for messing things up and make her clean it up?
“Of… of course I would! You’re my daughter, after all!”
Tilda’s eyes were so cold and deep. It felt like her eyes could pierce right through anyone. Blair couldn’t even meet Tilda’s gaze. Her voice was shaky and unsure.
“Then why can’t you look at me when you say it? You’ll throw away pride for your friend’s daughter. You can beg the person you hate and never back down, even when it hurts. But for your daughter, you hesitate like you don’t even want to try. Enough, Blair. Watching you pretend to be a good mom makes me sick.”
Blair clenched her fists, but Tilda’s harsh words cut too deep to fight back. It wasn’t that Blair couldn’t argue her point – she just wasn’t sure. If Tilda were the one in trouble, would Blair truly step up like she had today?
“Tilda, we’ve cut ties. I’ve done everything I could for you. My conscience is clear. Hate me or not, this is just a deal. If you want something, just say it.”
Blair’s head was spinning. She didn’t want to argue any longer. Honestly, she shouldn’t have come at all. She’d only agreed to help Daphne out of pity. It had backfired, leaving her embarrassed.
Tilda’s eyes grew even colder as she smiled. “Clear conscience, huh? Fine, Blair. If you want me to delete the video, I can. But are you sure you can meet my condition?”
Blair felt hope drain from her. When Tilda said that, she froze. Then, she said, “Just tell me! If I can do it, I will!”
Tilda smirked. “No need to freak out. It’s something you can do alone. No effort, no money, no time. Just get on your knees.”
Blair couldn’t believe her ears. “What? Didn’t you say you’d do anything? You said you brought this mess, so you’d take responsibility and meet my condition. Well, start by getting on your knees. It’s so simple. Just bend down and touch the floor. That’s it.”
Tilda’s tone was dripping with mockery. She lifted her chin, eyes full of scorn. Blair snapped back to reality, her whole body trembling.
“Tilda! Don’t push it-”
“Who’s the one pushing things here? Do you think I want to see your ugly face? You always show up acting like my mother, pretending to beg but just bossing me around. You’re disgusting! Can’t handle it? Then leave! My only demand is–get on your knees instead of Rebecca. You have to bark like a dog and let me record it!”
Since Blair loved sacrificing herself for others, fine. She just wanted to act all high and mighty in front of Tilda to protect Rebecca. Tilda was curious to see exactly how far Blair’s self-pity would go.
Blair’s anger boiled over. “You don’t want to let Rebecca go at all! You just want to humiliate me!”
“You came to me for this, remember? Don’t act like you’re some prize. I’m not desperate to please you. Cut the rich lady act, Blair. I know Andy and Jude. I can even get them to deal with the Jensons for me. Think I’m weak or broke? Big mistake.”
With that, Tilda shoved Blair hard. Blair wobbled, almost hitting the floor, but she caught herself. Tilda swiped her card, slammed the door, and headed upstairs. She wasn’t about to waste another second on Blair.