Chapter 620 A Broken Bond

So this was the truth.

Tilda wasn’t rejecting the Jensons’ bloodline. What she was really rejecting were the very parents who gave her life and the brothers who were supposed to protect her.

Still, things turning out this way was Russell’s own doing. He had no one to blame but himself. No one would blame Tilda. Everyone could see his mistakes had pushed her to this point.

Russell’s eyes clouded with conflict as he stared at Tilda. When he caught the icy look in her gaze, memories of that humiliating night came rushing back. His chest tightened. He turned away. “Let’s go.”

“Dad, but Tilda’s still here…” Kyla acted surprised, though inside her mind raced. Deep down, she felt a burst of joy. If Russell said this, it meant he had finally given up hope on Tilda. Even if he still missed her or carried guilt, there was no chance she would ever come home.

Russell opened his mouth, wanting to say more. But Tilda cut in, her voice sharp as a knife. “Don’t ruin my dinner. Go back to your section. I don’t want disgusting people at my table.”

The cruel words left Russell speechless, like his lips had been split open by a blade. “Theo, Astrid, let’s sit at our table. Ignore them.”

“Okay,” Astrid let out a soft sigh. Even though she was a Jenson, the moment was unbearably awkward. She couldn’t cut ties with Russell’s family–after all, he was her uncle who had spoiled her since childhood. But still, she stood firmly by Tilda’s side.

Not just because Tilda was her light, the one who had changed her life. But because right was right. The Jensons had wronged Tilda so badly that even Astrid thought they had gone too far. Now they regretted it and wanted forgiveness, but it was Tilda’s choice whether to forgive them. No one else had the right to interfere.

“Dad,” Kyla whispered, her face full of pity as she looked at Russell.

Russell said nothing. He just wanted to leave as quickly as possible. The more Russell felt Tilda’s coldness, the more his heart ached–like it was being cut into a thousand pieces. He could barely breathe.

The joy of coming to Sky Dining was gone without a trace. Now all he wanted was to get away from here–away from Tilda. More than anything, he didn’t want the rest of the family to know she was here.

But the very thing he feared most came true.

“Honey! Is that Tilda?!”

Russell’s worst fear finally came true. He froze when he saw Justin pushing Blair’s wheelchair toward him. His heart thudded. Quickly, he rushed forward, trying to draw Blair’s attention away from the figure behind them. “Darling, what are you doing here?!” Russell blurted out.

“Russell, I saw you and Kyla arguing with someone, and you never came back. I got worried, so I came to check on you. Wait! Tilda? Are you Tilda?”

Russell was too late. Blair had already seen her. Her breath came faster, as if she couldn’t believe what was right in front of her. Justin’s hands tightened around the wheelchair handles when he saw his sister. His head dropped, unable to face Tilda. Just seeing her pulled him straight back into memories of her cold rejection and merciless words.

That darkness inside him—always lurking—started spreading again, threatening to consume him whole.

Tilda narrowed her eyes, her voice sharp and dangerous. “Russell, get your family out of my sight. I’m not saying it twice.”

So much for luck tonight. Running into the Jensons? Tilda had dealt with enough sickening encounters like this to build an immunity. She only wanted them gone–fast.

They’d booked different sections of the restaurant. And yet, here they were. It drove her insane. They’d already cut ties, fallen apart, and sworn never to interfere with each other again. Tilda had kept her side of the deal.

Why were the Jensons clinging on, looking guilty, and trying every trick to win her back? Every time she saw that expression on their faces, she felt like she’d swallowed a fly.

Back then, they didn’t want her. They gave her nothing but cold shoulders and silence. Now they paraded around with regret, acting sincere, begging to mend things. Tilda felt like she was dealing with lunatics.

“Uncle Russell, Aunt Blair–you need to leave! Kyla, Justin, take them out of here!” Astrid urged. She could feel the creepy pressure rolling off Tilda like a storm. If they pushed her any further, they would suffer a worse fate.

“Alright, alright. Darling, let’s go.” Russell finally snapped out of it and turned to wheel Blair away.