Out of the Shadows Tilda’s Brilliant Second Life

Chapter 563 Shattered Reflections

“No… I just feel like I need to find a new direction, a new path. With Comet Squad’s current Level One clearance, we can tap into the country’s servers and access information we never had before.

“I want to use this chance to broaden my horizons. Besides, I still haven’t received the access key from you yet, Mr. Benedict.”

Benedict laughed heartily. “So that’s what this is about. Fine. Let’s set it for next month. Bring your team to headquarters, I’ll make the introductions, and I’ll personally hand you the access key.”

“Thank you, Mr. Benedict.”

On the other side of town, Blair and Kyla were undergoing their final checkups.

Blair, nearly back to her usual self, kept reminding everyone about medication schedules and rehab exercises.

Meanwhile, the doctor pulled Dominic aside into his office.

“Mr. Dominic, although it will be difficult for Mrs. Jenson to fully return to her condition before the accident, we’ll do everything we can to help her stand again and get through this.

“The rehabilitation process will take a long time. It requires tremendous patience and strong willpower from the patient.

“She can be discharged today. Once she’s home in a familiar environment, her spirits will lift. Her immunity and recovery rate are promising–I have full confidence she can stand again. But it’s crucial that she believes in herself. That’s where her family comes in. She’ll need constant encouragement.”

“Thank you, doctor. During my mother’s stay, you’ve done so much, always attentive, always present. We’ll be counting on you again moving forward.”

After a few more polite words, Dominic left the office with an easy smile.

Behind him, Darell pushed Blair’s wheelchair down the hall.

The others, having heard she was being discharged, had already gone home ahead of time to prepare the house.

The doctor gave Blair a few more final reminders before excusing himself.

Chapter 563 Shattered Reflections

Dominic crouched in front of the wheelchair, his voice gentle. “Mom, are you tired? Do you want to rest a little first?”

“I’ve been lying down so long I’m about to rot. How could I possibly be tired?

“Dominic, I’m a little worried about Kyla. Wheel me over to check on her.”

“… Alright.”

Originally, Russell should have been here in person to pick her up.

But Blair had given a firm order. Russell was to accompany Kyla for her examination.

No matter how unwilling he felt, when it came to his wife’s word, he had no choice but to obey.

His only option was to be by Kyla’s side.

The last time Justin went in her place, Blair’s suspicions had already been aroused.

Even though the blame had been shifted onto Tilda, her doubts hadn’t fully faded.

In Kyla’s hospital ward, tension hung heavy.

Her heart pounded as she watched the doctor carefully begin removing her bandages.

In just one week, she had already undergone three rounds of reconstructive surgery.

The Jenson family had spared no expense, bringing in the country’s top three plastic surgeons to work together on her case.

According to them, her appearance could be restored by at least 70 percent.

But the moment her eyes caught her reflection in the mirror, Kyla felt as if her heart were being torn apart.

True, it was far better than the ruined, post–surgery face she’d first seen–so much better.

But to Kyla, the face staring back from the mirror was a stranger’s. Compared to the ethereal beauty she once had, this was only a pale imitation–ordinary, and certainly unworthy of being called beautiful.

It was better than the grotesque ruin she had seen right after the accident, but that was all.

The more she examined herself, the worse it became–her mouth, her nose, her eyes, her brows–every feature had been cut into, stitched, altered. The scars were still there, faint but undeniable.

Chapter 563 Shattered Reflections

She couldn’t even begin to imagine how many layers of makeup it would take to cover them all.

And then her mind betrayed her, conjuring up Tilda’s pure, radiant face–so flawless, so breathtaking.

The gap between them was only growing wider.

It infuriated her. Once, Tilda had been nothing more than someone she toyed with, crushed under her heel. Now…

Kyla tore her gaze from the mirror, her voice unsteady. “Doctor, if I keep cooperating with treatment, how much of my face can actually recover?”

The doctor hesitated before answering. “These three surgeries have already done most of the reconstruction. With continued procedures and proper care, you might regain another 10 percent.

“But the time, money, and energy it will take … Ms. Kyla, I’m sorry. We’ve already done everything possible.”

… I understand.”

Kyla lowered her head, hiding the storm of thoughts raging inside her.

Watching from the side, Russell felt it was already more than enough.

He remembered the photos of her right after the disfigurement–images that had nearly given him nightmares.

To have come this far was nothing short of a miracle.

He turned to the doctors with genuine gratitude. “You’ve worked hard. Truly. This is nothing less than a master’s touch.”

The doctor shifted uncomfortably before speaking again. “To be frank, given Ms. Kyla’s current condition, we don’t recommend discharging her yet. With facial surgery, there’s always the risk of rejection. We’d prefer to keep her under observation a while longer.”