Chapter 564 Out of Place

“Kyla, since the doctor recommends it, maybe you should stay in the hospital a little longer. It’ll be better for your recovery.”

Russell almost hoped Kyla would never leave the hospital. He didn’t care how much it cost; he’d gladly pay it. In fact, the best outcome would be for her to stay there for the rest of her life.

If she weren’t in the house, the whole atmosphere would be lighter.

Kyla shook her head. “No, Dad. I’ve been stuck in this hospital long enough. It’s taken a real toll on me. Honestly, I’m just glad I’ve recovered this much already. If I stay here any longer, I’m afraid my mood will sink even lower, and that might hurt my recovery.”

When she finished, she dropped her gaze again, her whole expression sinking into gloom.

Russell could only sigh under his breath. “Doctor, if we bring in a professional caretaker for her at home, that should be fine, right?”

“Of course. As long as she’s monitored carefully, it won’t be a problem. I’m only being cautious here. If anything unexpected comes up, call me immediately. I’ll assess whether she needs to come back for corrective treatment.”

“Thank you, doctor.”

Just then, Blair and the others arrived.

Catching sight of Blair, Russell’s face lit up with relief as he hurried forward. “Darling! Everything went well with your checkup?”

“Same as before. Nothing major, but I have to keep up with the rehab. It’s going to be a long journey.”

“Honey, what about Kyla… ?”

Blair’s gaze fell on Kyla, and she could immediately sense the unhappiness in her face.

“The doctor said there’s no real problem—she can be discharged,” Russell explained quickly.

“In that case, let’s head home. Justin and the others have been waiting for a while. They even messaged me earlier asking if everything was finished yet.”

“That’s good… Kyla, come here. Let me take a proper look at you.”

“Mom…”

Obediently, Kyla stepped closer.

Blair’s eyes softened with a flash of sorrow as she studied Kyla’s face.

Once, Kyla might not have matched Tilda’s icy, untouchable beauty, but she had still been dazzling—every smile, every glance could light up a room.

Now, the surgical scars stood out clearly, the lingering swelling reducing her features to something plain, almost ordinary.

Blair knew how much Kyla’s pride and confidence had been tied to her looks.

Every woman loved beauty, but for someone who had once worn it so effortlessly, losing it was cruel.

“You’ve already come a long way. Don’t let this crush you. If the best surgeons here can only do so much, we’ll go abroad. There are world-renowned specialists who can take it further.

“Trust modern medicine, and trust me. I’ll do everything I can to help restore your beauty. You just have to stay strong—and stay with me in this fight. Okay?”

“Mom… thank you.”

Kyla couldn’t hold back any longer. Her eyes welled up, and she dropped to the floor, burying herself in Blair’s arms.

Silent tears streamed down her face.

All Blair could do was stroke Kyla’s hair gently, soothing her the only way she knew how.

Behind them, Russell exchanged a glance with his two sons.

The look in their eyes mirrored his own—helpless, weary.

The car pulled into the Jenson Villa.

Justin and the others rushed out to greet them.

“Mom, welcome home!”

“I’m back…” Blair answered softly.

Seeing her children gathered together, something inside her finally eased. The shadow of her crippled leg, the weight of that pain, seemed to fade just a little.

For the first time in a long while, a genuine smile touched her lips.

No matter what, life had to go on. Through pain, through grief—still, it moved forward.

At least they were alive. At least they could still sit together, speak to one another, breathe the same air, feel the earth’s warmth, and hear the steady rhythm of their own hearts.

Kyla forced herself to stay close to Blair, pretending to share in the warmth. But the truth hit her hard.

Every eye, every word of comfort, every flicker of attention was fixed on Blair.

She might as well have been invisible.

No one looked at her. Not even in passing.

And in that moment, for the first time in 18 years of living under the Jenson family roof, Kyla tasted what it truly meant to be ignored.

It was the same taste of humiliation Tilda had once endured—being treated like a joke, ignored and unseen.

Then, Kyla excused herself, claiming she wasn’t feeling well and wanted to rest. She slipped back to her room.

Blair didn’t press.

After all, Kyla had just gone through an enormous blow.

Her heavy mood was inevitable.

Pushing too hard right now would only backfire.

Better to let her work through it on her own.

“By the way, Russell,” Blair said suddenly, her tone even. “I asked you to check on Daphne’s situation. What did you find out?”

Her words hit like a gut punch, leaving everyone stunned for a moment.

Russell cleared his throat. ”… The hospitals here couldn’t handle Daphne’s condition. Ryan had her sent overseas for treatment. So far, there’s been no word.”

That was the version of events Ryan had released to the public.

Everyone who knew about Daphne’s death was silenced by Ryan through various means.