Chapter 558 Did I Mess up Again?

Kyla ran after Tilda’s retreating figure.

“Hurry! Wade! Go check on them–make sure nothing happens!”

Russell was worried about Tilda getting into trouble. As for Kyla, a shadow of doubt had already settled over Russell’s mind. He could no longer fully trust her.

If the two of them clashed, with Kyla’s persistence and Tilda’s obvious disgust, it could easily turn violent.

Russell knew that Kyla was no match for Tilda. Still, he feared that Tilda might suffer from getting caught up in unnecessary trouble.

“Got it!”

Wade quickly ran off.

Blair called after him, “Wade, while you’re at it, tell Tilda I didn’t mean it! Don’t let her misunderstand!”

“I know, Mom.”

With that, Wade left.

After Tilda and the others departed, Blair felt completely drained. She almost collapsed.

Luckily, Russell was quick to steady her. “Well, you just came out of major surgery and are still recovering. You need to take it easy.”

Blair lay in Russell’s arms, her voice trembling with pain. “Honey, did I mess up again? I just don’t want to lose Tilda and then Kyla too. I already feel so guilty about Tilda, but if I lose Kyla as well, what am I supposed to do? What should I do?”

“It’s okay, Blair. I know, I understand. Don’t blame yourself. Right now, the most important thing is to focus on your recovery and your health.”

Russell held her gently, soothing her to prevent her emotions from straining her body.

The other sons watched the scene with a bitter pang in their chests.

Could Mom accept it if she found out the truth about Kyla? Betrayal by someone she loves would hurt far more than the fact that she has become disabled. It would be far more than she could possibly bear.

Meanwhile, Kyla had chased Tilda outside the hospital.

Seeing no one around, she quickened her pace and leapt in front of Tilda, spreading her arms to block her. “Tilda! Wait!”

Tilda crossed her arms and gave her a cold look. “What? Now that we’re alone, do you still need to put on an act?”

She lifted her chin slightly, exuding an untouchable aura. Her fair, flawless skin looked almost like a newborn’s.

Tilda’s beauty seemed divine even with light makeup. Her bright red lips were dangerously alluring, strikingly beautiful. The winter limited–edition coat hugged her perfect figure flawlessly. Her long legs, clad in black stockings, were accentuated by her high heels. Even the sunlight on her face seemed dim in comparison.

Everything about her was almost blinding to Kyla.

Before she was disfigured, Kyla had considered herself the campus belle of Orica University. She was the most outstanding and the most privileged student there.

But now that Tilda was back, everything had changed.

Glory, money, and status flowed toward Tilda like a rushing river, leaving Kyla behind.

Even the Jensons, who once fully supported and trusted Kyla, began to drift away.

What Kyla couldn’t accept was that even at her peak of beauty, she was no match for Tilda. She wasn’t even qualified for any attention.

Tilda’s beauty was breathtaking. She had inherited the best of Russell and Blair’s features, with none of their flaws.

Even the Jensons‘ seven sons, despite inheriting genes from Russell and Blair, weren’t nearly as eye–catching as Tilda.

Anyone could see that Tilda was the biological daughter of the Jensons. Kyla had become nothing more than a backdrop, a mere frame to highlight Tilda.

Compared to a year ago, Kyla’s life had been completely turned upside down. And now, with her disfigurement, the contrast was even harsher.

Kyla’s eyes were full of envy, jealousy, and hatred as they locked on Tilda’s face.

Tilda smiled and traced her cheek with a fingertip effortlessly, like a hunter strolling through the forest with a weapon in hand.

“My face… isn’t it beautiful?”

The words cut deep into Kyla, burning her with shame and anger.

Tilda was clearly flaunting her beauty on purpose, fully aware that Kyla had been disfigured.

How could anyone be so shameless and cruel?

Kyla gritted her teeth so hard she almost broke them. She wanted to rush forward, grab a knife, and tear Tilda’s face off to put it on her own.

But reason told her she couldn’t. She had another plan.

“Tilda, of course, you’re beautiful. You’re the biological daughter of the Jensons. You inherited Mom and Dad’s perfect genes. You’re a real princess, a swan. Unlike me, a little ugly duckling. No matter how much support I get from Mom and Dad, I could never become a swan.”