Chapter 657 Please Don’t Push Kyla

Kyla wondered if James and Megan had known that the Jensons had taken her in; how could they only show up now?

If they were after money, they should have come years ago. Back when Kyla was at the peak of her popularity and adored by the Jensons, James and Megan could have played the desperate, pitiful parents and gotten whatever they wanted.

Thinking about this, Kyla turned her face away. “Why did you show up now? You gave birth to me but never raised me. I survived only because I was lucky, and because of the Jensons. I don’t owe you a thing.”

James exchanged a look with Megan.

Megan lowered her head, fidgeting with her fingers, unwilling to say a word.

James muttered, “Useless bitch,” under his breath, then said aloud, “Kyla, what are you talking about? We’re your biological parents. Seeing that you’re all grown up, we just wanted to check on you quietly and see how you’re doing—that’s natural, isn’t it?”

“Hah… why pretend in front of me? Smart people just say what they mean. You wanted the money I could give you as a Jenson heiress. You’ve fallen on hard times, and now you’re trying to dig some out from me, right?”

Kyla’s blunt accusation hit them like a punch.

Even Megan, who was usually sly, greedy, and skilled in deception, felt a sting. She acted as if her mouth had been sewn shut as she stayed stubbornly silent under Kyla’s venomous gaze.

Facing the daughter they had abandoned and were now forced to seek out after falling on hard times… Even someone as thick-skinned as Megan found herself speechless.

James, however, didn’t overthink it. He laughed loudly. “Fine, Kyla. I’ll be honest… We’re in a bit of trouble. We need your help.”

“My help? You mean the Jensons' help, don’t you? But just so you know, all their attention is on their real daughter, Tilda. I’m just an adopted daughter, and I’ve been marginalized and ignored. Now, with my face ruined…”

“If you had come earlier, things would’ve been different. Back then, I could still influence the Jensons and get you some money. But now… you won’t get a single cent!”

“What…”

James knew Kyla spoke out of anger. Tilda had told him how pampered Kyla had been by the Jensons, even to the point of forcing Tilda out. How could her disfigurement now make her lose favor? If anything, it should give her more leverage!

“Fine, Kyla, that doesn’t matter… I’ll speak personally with Mr. and Mrs. Jenson! Considering you’re their precious adopted daughter, I’m sure they’ll be happy to help us. After all, a sum like this means nothing to the Jenson Group!”

“Hah… you can go ahead and try! Daddy’s disgust with me has reached its peak, and if he knows you’re here for money, there’s no way he’ll give you anything. He might even tell you to take me away from the Jensons and live with you. Then what? All your efforts wasted!”

Seeing Kyla stand her ground, James felt a twinge of unease.

This damn brat is growing bolder by the minute.

James sneered, “Isn’t that better? Your mother has been haunted by guilt for abandoning you. If you really came back, she’d be even happier! And of course… so would I, and your little sister too!”

“Happy? You’d be happy? You’d probably treat me like a hot potato—a useless burden who lost the Jensons' support! And… you claim to miss me, to care about me; what about my little sister? Since we’re all your children, why does she get parental care while I don’t?"

“Since you’re trying to ruin my life further, I’ll drag you all down with me! I’m already disfigured and sidelined by the Jensons, living a life worse than death. I don’t want to live anymore! If you’ve got the guts, come die with me!”

Kyla’s eyes burned red, her voice rising in fury, wild and raw.

People around them started staring at her, wondering if she was nuts.

Even James felt a flicker of intimidation.

Looking into Kyla’s frenzied eyes, he began to doubt himself.

Could it be… just as she said, the Jensons no longer care about her, and there’s nothing to gain? If so, our plan is ruined.

“Honey, please don’t push Kyla. She’s still our daughter. Do you really want to drive her to death?”