Chapter 537 Late Night Talk

Seeing Tilda looking steady, Mystro spoke again. “Dane and the others wanted to ask you, too, but since you’ve cut all ties with the Jensons, they didn’t know where to start.”

Normally, Mystro would have left it alone.

Now that Tilda had them, she no longer needed the cold and selfish Jensons. But today she had vanished for hours, saying she had errands to run. That stretch of time lined up perfectly with the collapse at Sunlight Plaza. On top of that, she and Rain had been whispering in secret.

Tilda’s voice was even. “Mystro, you want to know if this has something to do with me.”

“You guessed right,” Mystro replied. “It does.”

There was no chance such timing was only coincidence.

Tilda’s lips curved. “Bingo. You nailed it. Do you want some candy as a prize?”

Mystro studied her face before sighing deeply. “I don’t think you’re the kind of person who would cut off family and then choose to do something like this without a reason. Tell me, is there more I need to know?”

Since Mystro had asked, Tilda didn’t hold back. She told him everything she had asked Rain to do.

“I’m sorry I hid it from you. I wanted to wait until things settled down before saying anything. You can tell Dane and Liam. Let them know I’m fine. Blair and the others being dragged into it wasn’t part of my plan, but I won’t feel one ounce of sympathy for them. In their own words, this is destiny. This is theirs, so they can live with it.”

A cold smile touched her lips. She remembered her last life, when Blair, poisoned by Kyla’s lies, mocked her for being abandoned. Blair had sneered that it was destiny, and she had to take it.

Now it was Blair’s turn. Tilda wondered if she would say the same thing now, that this was destiny, and she had to take it.

Mystro’s eyes softened. “If this is what you’ve chosen, then as long as you believe it’s right and your heart feels clear, I’ll stand with you.”

Mystro would always stand with her. Even if she was wrong.

So what if she was? She was their little sister. They would spoil her no matter what. If she tore the world apart, they would still protect her. If the sky itself came crashing down, they would hold it up for her.

The Jensons had treated Tilda far too cruelly. Mystro felt no pity for them, no matter how far they fell.

“Thank you, Mystro. Hearing you say that is the greatest support I could ever have.”

Relief flowed through Tilda’s chest. She hadn’t hidden the truth from her seniors because she didn’t trust them. She only feared they would see her as heartless. The Jensons were still her blood. Russell and Blair had given her life. Their sons were her brothers by birth. No matter what had happened, it still felt brutal to turn on them.

The secret of her second chance was something she could never share. She had to carry it by herself. Even if the world thought she was walking down a dark and violent path, she would never look back.

She would only give them one answer. “You have not lived through my pain, so do not tell me how to be gentle.”

Still, she longed for those dearest to her to stand by her side, to trust she had her reasons. And thankfully, the ones she loved most never wavered.

She was no longer the abandoned girl she had been before. She was no longer alone.

That night, Tilda drifted into sleep, wrapped in peace, lost in dreams.

Others, though, stayed awake.

Dominic stood outside Blair’s hospital room, staring through the glass as fireworks lit the night. His eyes were lost, heavy with grief.

Once, he had believed this night to be the happiest of the year. It marked the end of one chapter and the start of another. Every year, the family gathered in the Jensons’ home, wrapped in warmth and laughter.

There was no scheming, no rivalry, only love and togetherness as they welcomed the new year.

Those had been the best times of their lives. Every year, without fail.

But not this year.

Never had Dominic imagined that on this night of renewal, they would be sitting in a hospital, hearts weighed down with sorrow. From now on, the Jensons would never again feel that same joy.

Not after they had cast out their sister. Not after Kyla’s false mask had been ripped away. And not after facing the truth that Blair might never walk again.

“Dominic, get some rest. If you keep this up, your body will give out,” Darell said as he walked over, concern soft in his tone.

“I’ll be fine. I can take it.”