Chapter 62 Probably Already Dead

Andy continued, "I almost feel sorry for the Jensons. Looks like the whole family isn't that smart. Are you sure they're really related to you?"

"How could an idiot like Mrs. Jenson give birth to someone as sharp and brilliant as you?"

"What…"

Blair's eyes went wide.

What did he just say?

He called me an idiot?

I'm the matriarch of the Jensons, and I was once a queen of negotiation, ruling boardrooms in Slosa, feared and admired by everyone. Even after stepping back, stories about me still float around like legends.

Any businessperson, new or old, would bow, lower their pride, and greet me with respect.

Not just because the Jenson name is powerful, but because my skills demand respect.

I’ve spent my life in the spotlight, getting attention, admiration, and deference.

Never has anyone dared to humiliate me so cruelly!

"Andy, I think Mrs. Jenson isn't just dumb–her character's rotten too.

"Otherwise, why try something as low as bribery?

"When you mess up, you should look at yourself first. Instead, she tries to steal someone else's ally.

"Looks like Slosa's so-called top family is just a weak cover-up for a rotten bunch."

Tilda's words cut sharply, without hesitation.

"Tilda!"

Blair gasped while clutching her chest, her face flushing deep red.

"Don't forget–you are my daughter. You live because I gave you life!

"I am your mother! You show no family pride, no desire to protect our name, and now you humiliate me like I'm worthless! I'm your mother!

"Are you even human?"

Even if we were wrong and misunderstood her, she has no right to throw daggers at her own blood.

She should not destroy the Jenson family's reputation like this.

Tilda is a Jenson.

The Jensons’ blood runs through her veins!

Can't she just speak like a daughter?

Does she have to show only hostility and say hurtful things?

Russell didn't even mean to hurt her. He just loses his head when family is involved.

Family is always the Jensons’ weak spot.

It's true for Russell, me, and all our seven sons.

Tilda has Jenson blood but refuses to honor that bond.

Kyla, who isn't even related by blood, shows more loyalty and understanding than she ever does!

Watching her now, Blair felt disappointment sink deeper and deeper.

She felt that the daughter she had risked her life to bring into this world had turned cruel and ungrateful.

"Already done? Mrs. Jenson, I told you–I've cut ties with your family. I don't owe you anything.

"If you want to scream here, if you want the world to see, I don't care.

"But the family reputation you cling to, the company's stock price you worship? That might not survive the blast."

Tilda noticed the flicker of disappointment in Blair's eyes.

But so what?

To the Jensons, she had always been an outsider.

Their disappointment meant nothing. She had seen it so many times that it no longer hurt.

In that house, even breathing felt like a mistake.

Kyla could do anything–fail, fall, stumble–and still get comfort, encouragement, unconditional love.

But Tilda? She could bow her head, shrink to nothing, beg silently for scraps of affection, and still get coldness and cruelty.

The only time they really looked at her was when she exploded, when she made a scene.

The squeaky wheel gets the oil.

Even if their gazes were full of malice, it still felt good to make her so-called family grit their teeth in anger.

There was a twisted sense of satisfaction in that.

Every word Tilda said hit Blair’s deepest weakness.

Tilda didn't care about the Jenson name. She wanted to crush it.

But Blair cared, desperately.

"Are you finished? Let's go, Tilda."

Andy found Blair funny. On another day, he might’ve played with her and stretched out her embarrassment for fun.

But this wasn’t another day. This was the first time he was officially meeting Tilda. It mattered too much.

He wasn’t wasting time on a useless toy.

"Let's go, Andy."

Tilda's mocking gaze softened into indifference.

She didn't even look at Blair again.

"Tilda…"

Blair's lips trembled, words heavy with desperation.

"You really want to cut all ties with us? Rip our family apart until nothing is left but open wounds?

"Doesn't your conscience hurt even a little? Don't you feel guilty? Regret?

"Maybe we should never have searched for you and taken you back. Daphne kept warning me, begging me not to look. She said, even if we found you, what then? After 19 years lost, you were probably already dead."