Chapter 56: About Me Leaving the Jensons
But Tilda was different now.
In her last life, she had paid with everything—trapped by Kyla’s schemes, left inside a burning fire, her whole body swallowed by flames until nothing was left.
“Your ‘little step back to move forward’ trick is smart, I’ll give you that. But if you leave the Jensons, everyone will think I forced you out. Then I’ll be the bad guy forever, and they’ll all pity you. They’ll spoil you even more and welcome you back with open arms.
“In the end, I’ll have nothing. But you, Kyla, you’ll turn into the poor little princess, tragic and heartbroken, only to be carried back home like some fairy tale ending.”
“Tilda, you’ve got it wrong. What do I have to do for you to finally believe me…”
“And another thing!” Tilda, sick of Kyla’s weak, fake act, cut her off sharply. “I don’t even care about being the Jenson heiress!
“If you want it, take it—it’s yours!
“Enough. Your ten minutes are up—I’m leaving.” Tilda checked the time and clicked her tongue in annoyance. Can’t believe I’ve already given Kyla extra. And for what? Listening to her nonsense without gaining a single useful thing. What a total waste of my lunch break. Still… this woman isn’t dumb. She’s careful never to show her real face directly.
Kyla, realizing her plan had failed, clenched her jaw. She hadn’t expected Tilda to become so sharp, so untouchable. Even the shiny bait of the heiress title didn’t tempt her.
Kyla was about to let Tilda go when she spotted a familiar figure in the distance. At first, she couldn’t believe it. But it really was him.
“Tilda, please!” Kyla suddenly cried, throwing herself toward her.
Tilda moved instinctively, stepping aside. She didn’t even touch Kyla—but Kyla let out a loud scream, spun dramatically, and collapsed to the ground. She twisted her ankle, and her face twisted with exaggerated pain.
“Kyla!”
Kussell’s and Howard’s voices rang out as they rushed over in panic. “Kyla, are you okay?”
“No, I think I wasted my ankle.”
Watching the scene, Tilda’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. Of course. Kyla is still acting. She never stops.
“Dad. Howard, why are you two here?”
Truth was, Kyla had already seen them. But even she didn’t know why Russell and Howard suddenly appeared at Orica University.
“We’ll talk later…”
“Tilda!”
Russell straightened up, his eyes blazing as he glared at her. “How dare you bully Kyla! Do you think the Jensons are dead and gone? Apologize to her right now!”
Howard helped Kyla up, his own face dark with anger as he stared at Tilda. Kyla was their darling, their precious treasure. Even a scratch on her was unacceptable. And now they had just watched her get “pushed” to the ground and twist her ankle. Of course, they had to stand up for her.
“Hah, you want me to apologize? Russell, you really do dream big.
“I honestly wonder how you even run Jenson Group. I thought you were just riding on a woman’s coattails.”
Compared to him, Blair had always been far stronger. Back in the day, she ruled the business world as the queen of negotiations. She and Russell together built Jenson Group into a giant, one of the top forces in Slosa and even across Cetherland. But once the company was stable and the kids were born, Blair stepped back from the spotlight. Truth was, most of Jenson Group’s glory came from Blair. Of course, everyone had a flaw. Blair’s was that when she snapped, her tongue was sharp enough to cut like a knife.
Just like Howard’s.
“Tilda!”
Russell finally lost control. His face turned dark with rage as he lifted his hand, ready to slap his “ungrateful” daughter across the face and teach this reckless girl a lesson.
“Dad, no!” Kyla, “ever the saint,” darted in front of Tilda at the last second.
Russell couldn’t stop himself in time.
Smack!
The slap rang out, landing right across Kyla’s cheek. She toppled to the ground, her face instantly swelling with a red handprint.
“Kyla!”