Chapter 245 That Familiar Pain
No one expected it.
When Preston saw what happened, he thought Jude had lost it. He immediately felt a deep jealousy toward Jarrett. How could such a loser–living off his family, having dropped out of university–catch Jude’s attention?!
“Why can’t I be with Tilda? Who I’m with is none of your business,” Jarrett said, looking at Preston like he was a fool. Jarrett wasn’t stupid; of course he knew Preston looked down on him. He didn’t feel the need to show off his skills to anyone. He liked keeping things low-key.
That didn’t mean Jarrett would just let Preston humiliate him!
“You?! Jarrett, you’ve got some nerve–thinking you can talk to me like that!”
“Seriously, Jarrett! Didn’t your dad teach you any manners? How dare you talk back? Apologize!”
Daphne and Preston really were alike–mother and son through and through. So shameless.
“Don’t pay them any mind, Jarrett. Let’s go inside.” Tilda grabbed Jarrett, trying to lead him into the bidding hall.
“Stop! You still owe us an apology!” Daphne wasn’t about to let Jarrett off that easily. Seeing this good–for–nothing kid dare to talk back to her brilliant, promising son, she was furious. She had to put him in his place.
The next second…. Daphne got a sharp slap across the face. She turned her head, her cheek stinging, and a look of disbelief on her face.
That slap again… That familiar pain! No need to think–she knew exactly who it was. It had to be that bitch Tilda who slapped her! This was the second time! And in front of all these people!
Everyone’s eyes were instantly on Daphne and Tilda. Even Jarrett and Preston froze, too. Once Preston came to his senses, he immediately pulled a completely humiliated Daphne into his arms.
“What are you doing?! Tilda!”
Preston could barely hold back the urge to slap Tilda back right there. Tilda’s slap wasn’t just against his mother–it was an attack on his pride. No one could believe it… Tilda actually had the guts to act so brazen! To slap Daphne right in front of everyone! Did she not care about her own life?
“Que–Tilda, what are you-” Jarrett was completely dumbfounded by Tilda’s courage. He had wanted to do the very same thing countless times. This aunt and her family were always so arrogant, constantly looking down on him. He had only ever dared to think about it. He never found the guts to actually do it.
Tilda must have felt so satisfied, but what about next?
“I slapped her to shut her up. She was being so loud,” Tilda said icily. Daphne had been talking behind Tilda like an annoying bug. Did she think Tilda wouldn’t get mad?
“Tilda Jenson!”
Preston had grown up in high society, taught never to lose his cool in public, but Tilda’s constant insults were leaving him no dignity at all. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He raised his hand, ready to slap Tilda.
“Tilda!” In a panic, Jarrett stepped in to protect her.
But Tilda kicked Preston right in the knee. His knees still hadn’t healed from when he fell on the broken glass. Tilda’s kick was fast and precise, and no one noticed it. It hit Preston’s knee so hard it felt like it might split open. A sharp pain suddenly hit him, he lost his balance, and he fell directly to his knees.
Everyone was dumbfounded. It was hard to believe what had just happened. They had all thought Preston was about to strike back for his mother. Instead… he dropped to his knees before Tilda? What on earth was going on?
“Oh wow, I didn’t expect such a big gesture from you! Stay there. I’ll grab my phone and take a pic…”
“Preston, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Daphne didn’t care about the pain in her face; she rushed to help Preston up.
“You bitch! How dare you hit me!”
“You can’t just say things without proof. Who saw me hit you? How could a weak woman like me beat a grown man like you? Fine, just drop to your knees if you want, but to lie all the time? That’s shameful.”
“You!” Preston practically wanted to tear Tilda to pieces.
In fact, Preston had indeed made a move.
Tilda said calmly, “By the way… Did you forget that I still have something on you?”
Preston’s raised hand froze in midair. Rebecca’s video! His open hand slowly clenched into a fist. He glared at Tilda, his forehead tight with anger.
“That look of yours makes me really uncomfortable, Preston. If I weren’t careful and said it out loud… your Rebecca once stayed on her knees before me, barking like a dog, even licking my shoes…”
“Tilda! That’s enough! Stop saying that!” Daphne was absolutely terrified and quickly stopped Tilda. She cautiously glanced around. Tilda had kept her voice low enough that only the three of them could hear what was said.