Chapter 555 A Blessing From God

Silence was their response. Some even let out a quiet sigh of relief. They all knew this was the best decision, but none of them had the courage Wade had. None of them could bring themselves to say such words to Tilda.

Even though they knew this was the best thing to do, none of them had the courage to do what Wade had just done… to speak to Tilda like that.

“Okay, then. I’m leaving. Russell, I’ve done what you asked. Watch that foul mouth of yours, and don’t go spreading nonsense everywhere!”

Tilda wouldn’t agree even if the Jensons wanted her to stay. Just being here, breathing the same air as the Jensons, felt like inhaling a deadly virus. It was disgusting, nauseating, and completely unbearable.

This time, she had completely severed her ties with the Jensons. Tilda turned sharply to leave, and Russell said nothing. As much as he wanted to mend their broken bond, he knew having Tilda here would do more harm than good for now. He couldn’t let her keep upsetting Blair.

Just then—

“Tilda, wait!”

Blair, seeing her about to leave, hurriedly tried to climb out of bed. Her right leg, however, had no sensation and couldn’t support her. She nearly fell off the bed.

“Blair!”

Luckily, Russell’s quick reflexes saved her, holding her steady.

At that moment, Blair realized her right leg was completely numb. Panic shot through her as she cried, “Russell, m–my right leg… What’s wrong with it?”

Russell cursed under his breath. His worst fears were coming true in the worst way. “Blair, you need to stay calm. Calm down, okay! The doctors said that as long as we keep up with treatment and rehabilitation, your leg will heal. One day, you’ll be able to walk again!”

“Haha… Russell, sometimes I really admire your optimism. Doctors‘ words sound ten times prettier coming out of your mouth!” Tilda mocked, her sarcasm cutting through the tension.

Russell ignored her. His entire focus was on Blair, afraid she might collapse under the shock of reality and pass out again.

But surprisingly—

Blair remained calm.

“Is that so…’

“Blair? A–are you okay?”

Her calmness shocked everyone. The more composed she seemed, the more they feared it might signal a bigger storm to come.

“Russell, before I lost consciousness, I protected Kyla. A huge stone fell on my right foot, and the pain shot through my whole body. At that moment, I was already prepared for the worst.

“I was actually more afraid of dying then. I’m afraid of losing you and the children. Now, I’ve woken up and I’ve only lost my right leg. This is a blessing from God. I’m lucky.”

Blair faced her disaster with simplicity and calmness. Her inner strength far surpassed everyone’s expectations–even Tilda’s. If it were Tilda herself, she couldn’t have stayed so composed after the accident. Blair had always been the type to snap easily, to lose control the moment someone touched her bottom line, to spiral into hysteria. Yet now, with this composure on her face, she actually earned a flicker of respect from Tilda.

Even so, Tilda smirked and turned to leave. No matter what Blair became, no matter how she looked now, it no longer had anything to do with Tilda. Her only regret was that Russell had used her to visit Blair, yet she still hadn’t managed to provoke Blair or get the revenge she wanted.

“Thank you, Tilda. I know you still hate me, but thank you for coming to see me. I don’t know when I would have woken up otherwise.

“And… I’m sorry. I really am. As your mother, I didn’t protect you, but did many things that hurt you. I’m truly sorry.”

Blair offered a heartfelt, genuine apology, finally voicing the guilt she had carried toward Tilda all these years. Now at last, she had the chance to say it fully, in front of everyone. In that moment, Blair felt as if her heart had been granted a brief redemption, warmed by sunlight.

“If you really feel sorry for me, then stop showing up in front of me. I don’t ever want to see you guys again.”

Tilda’s response remained ice–cold, completely devoid of warmth. Blair lowered her head, unable to summon the courage to answer. Even if Tilda’s heart toward the Jensons was long since dead, Blair’s guilt toward her ran so deep - and Tilda was still her own flesh and blood. How could she bear to let go of her, to walk away and never see her again? After all, Tilda was the daughter Blair had carried for nine months, the child she had nearly died giving birth to. She had been so blind and ignorant back then. She had totally forgotten the joy she felt when she first prepared with the family to welcome this little life into the world.