Chapter 366 Why Are You Home So Late?

Wade glanced at Kyla, sensing that something was off.

"Hey, Kyla, you…" He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something more. He just had this gut feeling that Kyla seemed different somehow.

"What's wrong, Wade?"

A flash of panic crossed Kyla's eyes, but she quickly pulled herself together. With a sweet, innocent smile, she turned to Wade as if nothing were wrong. "It's nothing. I'm probably just tired. I need to take a shower and get some rest."

"You should. Kayden, Wade, you two must be wiped out after such a long flight. Go get some sleep. Howard and I will wait here for Justin and Dad to come back. I'll let you know as soon as they get home."

"Thanks, Kyla."

Russell was on his way home in the car. He had just finished a social event and looked a bit worn out. He hadn't gone to one of those gatherings in ages. Rubbing his brow, he let out a tired sigh. Still, he had gotten something out of it–he’d landed a new partnership. Now he just wanted to get home and see his kids, hoping it would make up for the stress of the day.

Just then, his phone rang. When Russell saw who was calling, he froze.

Wait a second… Isn’t this the guy I sent to look into that trending news back then? He’d nearly forgotten all about it. Back when Tilda left home, Russell had his doubts about Kyla because of what Tilda told him. But eventually, those doubts faded, because Kyla had shown such sincere emotion toward the Jensons.

Now, because of this call, those doubts flared up again, even if it was just a little. Russell swallowed hard, feeling his heart start to race. Thud. Thud. It pounded so loudly, he could almost hear it echoing in the car. It felt as if the phone in his hand had turned into Pandora’s box. If I open it, I might unleash a disaster that will destroy everything.

For a moment, Russell couldn’t bring himself to answer. The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror and finally spoke up. "Mr. Jenson, aren't you going to answer that call?"

The car was a bit dim, so the driver couldn’t see Russell’s face clearly. He figured, since Russell hadn’t declined the call, maybe he wanted to take it, so he gently reminded him.

Jolted back to reality, Russell pressed his lips together and finally answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Mr. Jenson, I've tracked down that chief editor. Also… based on what I've found so far, you should brace yourself for the worst. It looks like the trending news event was actually orchestrated by Ms. Kyla herself."

Russell didn't respond. His gut feeling had been right all along. I really should have left this Pandora's box shut. What's coming out now is the kind of truth I never wanted to face.

"Mr. Jenson?" When Russell stayed silent, the person on the other end called out again. Even if it was hard to face, Russell had been the one who insisted on finding the truth. "I understand… just focus on finding the chief editor first."

"Yes, sir."

The call ended. The car soon pulled up at the Jenson Villa.

"Mr. Jenson, we've arrived," the driver spoke carefully. After spending so many years working for Russell, even without knowing the details, he could feel the heaviness in the air. Something bad must have happened–something Russell would have trouble accepting.

"I'm tired. Let me sit here for a bit. Please don't say anything."

"Of course."

Russell closed his eyes, leaned back against the seat, and tipped his chin up just slightly. How am I supposed to tell the rest of the family the truth? How can I tell them that we really wronged Tilda? We slandered her and drove her away from the Jensons… Oh, what have I done? And that the person behind all of it was the daughter we never once suspected–Kyla. How do I even begin to tell them?

The only comfort I have left is that the chief editor hasn’t been caught yet. Right now, the evidence only points to Kyla as a strong suspect. But deep down, I know I’m only lying to myself.

No one else can know about this for now. The Jensons finally found some peace after Tilda left. I can’t let that hard-won peace fall apart.

When Russell got home, Howard and Kyla were still waiting in the living room.

"Dad, why are you home so late? Was the party tiring?" Kyla looked at Russell with concern.

Russell wanted to answer, but the evidence from his investigation flashed through his mind. He managed a weak smile. "Maybe so… it's been a long time since I've been to that kind of party."

Howard added, "Dad, if you're ever too tired, just let me know. I can go in your place."

"I'm not that old yet. Actually, I closed a few good deals for the Jenson Group tonight."

Kyla's eyes sparkled, and she clapped her hands. "Dad, you're amazing!"