Chapter 629 Your Crazy Fans Might Kill Me

If this were the old Tilda, she would’ve laughed off all that supernatural talk and written Darell off as completely unhinged.

But after being reborn, Tilda had learned there are forces in this world that defy explanation. Science couldn’t explain everything.

She no longer cared what happened to the Jensons in her past life; her only aim now was to prove her worth in this one and to live happily. Darell’s threats didn’t scare her in the slightest.

“Theo, let’s go.”

Tilda turned and walked away without hesitation.

Theo wanted to give Darell one last kick, but seeing how beaten up he was, he held back. The man had already been punished enough, and the injury would take time to heal. He spat on the ground. “Don’t you ever bother Tilda again, or I’ll beat you every time I see you. Dead serious.”

Then he hurried after Tilda. “Tilda, wait up.”

“Tilda! When I find the truth, I’m coming for you again! This is how much I mean it!”

Darell pulled his car keys from his pocket. Theo and Tilda froze, unsure what he intended.

Without warning, Darell dragged the jagged end of the key across his own cheek.

“Darell! You’re out of your mind!”

Theo lunged, trying to stop him, but the key scored a bleeding cut across Darell’s face. Flesh split open, and blood ran freely. The wound looked brutal enough to make anyone flinch.

Fortunately, Theo grabbed the keys in time; otherwise, the gash would have been permanent, a scar to ruin Darell’s face for life. Darell was an actor–this kind of madness could destroy his entire career.

Seeing him still trying to harm himself, Theo seized the bloody keys and clamped down on his wrist. “What the hell are you doing? No matter how hurt you are, don’t do this to yourself!”

“Tilda, I want my acting to prove I chose the right path. I want people to see me for who I am. This face and my Jenson name opened doors for me.

“If this face ever blocks my dream, I’d rather ruin it myself. It’s my choice. I want you to see how this story ends.

“When the truth comes out … I feel like something will quietly change.”

Summoning the last of his strength, Darell wrenched his arm free, stuffed the keys into his pocket, and walked off with blood still streaming down his cheek. He moved as if nothing else in the world mattered.

“That guy … What … Tilda …”

Theo stared after him, tense and worried. After that near–suicidal stunt, Theo feared Darell might do something even more impulsive once he’d gone, maybe actually kill himself. Although Theo hated how the Jensons treated Tilda, he never wanted anyone dead.

“Darell … you really take after Blair. Like Dominic and Howard, you got her madness in your blood. I’m glad I have Jenson blood too; I can’t deny it. But at least I didn’t inherit her crazy genes.

“You’re reckless like your mother and brothers, but I see your resolve. When you find out what that weird ending in your dream means, tell me.

“Theo, take Darell home.”

With that, Tilda slid her hands into her pockets and walked away, leaving both men behind.

Darell froze. What did she just say? She asked Theo to take me home? Did my reckless stunt finally move her?

He didn’t dare think too much. Even the tiniest sign of Tilda’s mercy brought tears of gratitude. He knew he was acting nuts, like a puppy about to be abandoned. But after hurting himself, he was weirdly calm, as if it was totally normal.

Tilda was cold toward him, although he had never done anything to deserve it. If it were anyone else, he’d be furious. Now, even a little kindness from her felt like a lifeline.

Maybe, like Tilda said, he had Blair’s blood and her madness, making him a mix of insanity and Stockholm Syndrome.

“Guess I’m just unlucky. Let’s go. I’ll take you to the hospital to get patched up. Otherwise, if anything happens to that superstar face of yours, your fans will kill me.”