Chapter 552 She Felt Nothing

Kyla’s eyes darted around as she got out of bed. Stretching and moving her stiff limbs, she debated whether she should wait for Blair to wake up or go now and put on a show of sorrow herself.

At that moment, Kyla thought she saw someone through the window.

Her eyes widened in shock.

That figure–Kyla would never mistake it!

It was Tilda!

Tilda was stunning today. Her natural beauty and noble aura were accentuated perfectly, making her look radiant.

It was a sharp contrast to Kyla, who was now disfigured, drowning in self-pity, and lost about what the future would hold.

Kyla was a portrait of despair.

Why is Tilda here?

Is she here to see Mom?

The Jensons were already leaning toward Tilda, distancing themselves from Kyla.

If Tilda had really come to visit Blair, to reconcile and return as the biological daughter of the Jensons, there would be no place left for Kyla.

She wouldn’t need to act pitiful anymore.

The Jensons would push her out themselves.

Or worse–she would fall into Tilda’s hands and be tormented until living feels worse than death!

Kyla watched as Tilda entered the hospital and disappeared from the window view.

She bit her nails in panic.

“No! I can’t just sit here and wait to die! I have to take action now!”

With that, Kyla hurried out of the room.

At the hospital, Wade had already sent a message to Dominic. They were waiting for the elevator, ready to head up.

Dominic took a deep breath and looked at his younger brothers. “They’re here.”

“Alright…”

Knowing Tilda was coming, Darell and the others couldn’t help feeling a little uneasy.

Russell and the others took the elevator to Blair’s VIP floor.

The moment the doors opened, their gazes locked on Tilda, who was standing in the farthest corner.

Tilda crossed her arms and leaned against the elevator wall. Her delicately made-up face carried an air of serene detachment, as if the world around her didn’t exist.

Even when she noticed the Jensons staring, her expression didn’t change.

Her eyes were like still water, unreadable. Then, she stepped out of the elevator in her high heels.

Honestly, before coming, Tilda had imagined facing the Jensons in a thousand different ways.

In the end, she hadn’t expected to feel so calm and composed.

Even Tilda herself was surprised by the serenity she felt.

After all, these were the people who had once inflicted unforgettable pain on her.

Now, she felt nothing toward them.

And that was exactly what she wanted.

It meant she could truly move on and embrace her own life.

Tilda’s silent composure only made Dominic and the others more nervous.

Dominic couldn’t help but speak. “Tilda, honestly, I’m surprised that you’re willing to visit Mom. Why are you here?”

As Queen’s former mentee, Dominic knew that Tilda had no tolerance whatsoever for traitors.

For someone like her to come see Blair, Dominic couldn’t convince himself it was out of motherly love no matter how hard he tried.

Being the most familiar person with Tilda within the family, Dominic had been pessimistic from the start.

“What? Russell and Wade told you I was coming to see Blair, but did they tell you how I was ‘invited‘?”

When she said this, she didn’t even spare Dominic a glance.

Among the seven brothers, the one Tilda hated most was Dominic–the so-called eldest brother.

He had given her nothing but despair, even telling her she should just die.

And yet, he was once the mentee she cherished most, the one she had been proud of. Tilda believed this was among the rare ties she had left in the world.

With all those identities stacked on top of each other, the sense of betrayal stemming from Dominic was more overwhelming than ever before!

“What?!”

Dominic and the others froze, a wave of unease washing over them.

Instinctively, they looked at Russell.

What had Dad done?!

Russell turned his face away, saying nothing.

Yet the evasive look in his eyes betrayed his guilt.

Their hearts sank.

“Alright, Tilda. Mom’s in the ward. Let’s go see her.”

Wade didn’t want Tilda to discover that Russell had knelt to beg her to come–he didn’t want to lose face in front of Dominic and the others. He tried to guide Tilda toward Blair’s room.

“Wade, don’t touch me with your dirty hands!”

Tilda moved to avoid Wade’s hand completely.

Her icy expression never softened as she strode forward.

Russell bit his lip and silently followed her.

Wade looked at his hand, which had been rejected by Tilda, and gave a self-mocking smile.

Yeah, what right did I have to touch Tilda? I should know my place.