Chapter 593 Invisible
Now Tilda stood on the stage, exactly as Kyla had feared. Moreover, she was linked with Dane.
Blair’s eyes changed. On the TV screen, when she saw Tilda, her eyes carried not only guilt but also pride and admiration. It was the kind of look she had never given Kyla, even back when Kyla was her favorite daughter at home.
“Yeah. Mom’s right. Tilda really is amazing,” one of the brothers said.
“This time, none of us saw it coming. Turns out, Tilda is so remarkable.”
“We’re her brothers, but none of our achievements can compare to hers.”
Darell’s voice was filled with sarcasm. His words were aimed at Kyla. She had just let her true nature slip, and that alone disgusted Darell. He saw her try her best to cover it up, eyes flashing with contempt every time Tilda’s name came up, and brush it off as someone with the same name. Darell said that deliberately to make her uncomfortable and embarrass herself.
Other siblings quickly joined in. “Yeah, Tilda really is incredible.” They hadn’t noticed Kyla’s slip the way Darell had. They were less sensitive, simply speaking from the heart. Each of them had achieved the greatest success possible for their age in their fields. But compared to what Tilda was doing for the country, their accomplishments suddenly felt small. Tilda was on another level. She was amazing.
Every word from her brothers felt like a knife stabbing into Kyla’s heart. It twisted deep, making her chest ache until she could hardly breathe. The pain drove her to the edge of madness.
“Uh… Mom, I need to use the bathroom,” Kyla blurted, trying to get out of there.
The pain inside her was unbearable. She couldn’t think, couldn’t react, and couldn’t do anything but find a way to escape this place. This room felt like pure torture. To sit here, smiling, while Tilda shone on live television for the whole world to see? To watch as Tilda’s glory pushed her down, grinding her beneath its weight, leaving her crushed forever? Kyla couldn’t do it. She really couldn’t handle that pain.
What hurt even more was the silence. No one heard her. No one cared. Every eye was locked on the screen, on Tilda’s flawless face. Kyla’s words vanished into nothing, like she was invisible – like she wasn’t even there.
She didn’t know how she managed to walk out of the living room. Her face was pale, her body trembling. She could barely keep her balance. All she wanted was to lock herself in the bathroom and cry her heart out, to let out the grief that was drowning her. But the sound of the host introducing Tilda echoed from the living room, followed by waves of applause. Every clap felt like a death sentence pressing down on her. Those praises were chasing her down the hall like a nightmare threatening to swallow her whole.
Just as she reached the bathroom door, she overheard voices nearby.
“Wow, I can’t believe it’s really Ms. Tilda! She’s incredible! And so composed on live TV, too. Her skin is flawless, she’s stunning, and she totally got the best of Mr. and Mrs. Jenson’s genes. I’m jealous!”
“Who would’ve thought? Back when she lived here, Ms. Tilda couldn’t hold a candle to Ms. Kyla. Then she leaves, and suddenly she’s the star the whole world is watching. She even became the junior of a tech giant!”
“You think Mr. and Mrs. Jenson regret it now? Back then they treated her so poorly she left the family bitter and broken. And now she’s turned against them.”
“Of course they regret it! If it were me, I’d be kicking myself every day. Look at Ms. Kyla – she dropped out of school, went through that accident, and her face is scarred. Occasionally when the sun hits her, you can see the surgery marks. When she tries to make an expression, it looks so dramatic. Her face just sags – it’s scary.”
“Even without the scars, there’s no way Ms. Kyla could ever compete with Ms. Tilda. Back then, Mr. Jenson didn’t care much about Tilda. But lately? It feels like he’s all about her. Honestly, I think he’s stopped caring about Ms. Kyla altogether.”
Listening to the servants whispering in the break room, Kyla couldn’t take it anymore. Fury boiling inside, she stormed straight toward them. The servants froze at the sight of her. The servants, gasping like children caught stealing cookies, dared not utter a word. “M–Ms. Kyla…” One of them stammered.
Kyla glared at them with eyes sharp enough to kill. “What? Cat got your tongue? Didn’t you have so much to say? Say it to my face! Talking behind someone’s back – what does that prove? No wonder you spend your whole lives working as servants!”
She spun on her heel and stormed off.
On any other day, Kyla would never have lost control like this. She would never blurt out offensive words like this. Kyla always worked hard to keep up her image – kind, graceful, someone to be admired at home.