Chapter 658 The Only Person She Could Still Rely On

Seeing Kyla like this, Megan felt as if her heart were being ripped apart. The deeper she looked, the more she regretted agreeing to James’ plan to come to Slosa and track down Kyla.

But she had no choice. That man had stolen all their assets—every last penny Megan had painstakingly saved over the years—and disappeared without a trace. How he had done it, even cracking her carefully hidden passwords, was beyond her understanding.

Without money, Megan couldn’t maintain her old lifestyle. She couldn’t support herself.

Relying on James, who had spent over a decade in prison and lived in some fantasy world, or on Jessie, a useless parasite spending money on worthless projects, was hopeless.

Kyla was her only option. No matter how much guilt Megan felt toward Kyla, no matter how reluctant she was, she had to grit her teeth and come. Her survival depended on it. Yet now, seeing Kyla struggling even within the Jensons’ household… what else could they do?

“Of course, I won’t drive her to death…”

James slowly calmed himself, offering Kyla a smooth, practiced smile. “Kyla, I am your biological father. I wouldn’t force you into anything. Come on, let’s eat first, okay?”

For now, James had no choice but to play for time. If Kyla truly couldn’t gain footing with the Jensons, at least her status as their heiress remained intact. No way would the Jensons turn completely heartless toward a daughter they’d raised for 18 years.

Even a small advantage mined from the Jensons would let James live extravagantly for generations. This daughter of his still held immense value. He could not afford to offend her or risk her leaving the Jensons without shattering his entire plan.

Kyla kept her head lowered, shoulders trembling as she gradually forced her storm of emotions under control. Her voice was faint and wavering. “After we eat, let’s go to the hospital for a DNA test.”

“Sure, of course! Don’t worry, Kyla. We are definitely your biological parents. That will never be false. I’m not asking for forgiveness, and I don’t expect you to accept us back. We just need you to know that we exist, that we will always stand by you, help you through anything, and never abandon you!”

Kyla almost laughed at James’ utterly hollow words.

Always stand by me?

Never abandon me?

Who was it that left me in an orphanage to fend for myself?

A ghost?

What a fucking joke!

She wanted to laugh until her ribs ached.

If the Jensons hadn’t adopted me, and if these so-called “biological parents” of mine hadn’t seen any profit in me, they would have long forgotten I existed, never caring whether I lived or died.

And now, here they are, putting on a show of being good parents. Do they really think I’m stupid? That I’d forget everything and foolishly run into their arms just because they act nice?

Dream on.

Megan watched Kyla quietly. Kyla kept her head down and her face hidden behind a mask, her expression unreadable.

Suddenly, a sickening premonition crawled up Megan’s chest.

That feeling… was coming from the biological daughter sitting right in front of her.

Megan found an excuse to slip to the restroom first and washed her face.

Looking at her reflection, revulsion washed over her. What she was doing was wrong, and she knew it perfectly.

This was an act that even shook the bottom line of her conscience.

She grabbed her phone from her fake LV bag and frantically scrolled through her contacts, dialing person after person.

No one answered.

Even those socialite friends who had once been close avoided her like she was contagious, after hearing her husband had run off with her money.

Even showing up at their doors would have meant being thrown out by security—no one would see her.

Back in her prime, those same women had called her their friends, acting all warm and delighted. Now, fallen from grace, they all turned their backs.

They were so fake that they made her sick.

Megan cursed under her breath, calling again and again. Still, no one picked up.

Every last road was cut off.

Until… she reached the last page of her contacts.

Tilda’s name appeared before her eyes.

Tilda is a brilliant prodigy and Dane’s junior. If she helps me, I won’t be in such an embarrassing mess.

But… will Tilda help? Even my so-called friends have turned away. I’ve only met Tilda twice. She won’t help, right?

Knowing my situation, she’ll probably run before I even ask.

Megan had no other options. The only person she hadn’t called, the only person she could still rely on, was Tilda.

She needed a way out of this mess.