Chapter 66 A Car Accident
Blair muttered to herself in this weak, almost innocent voice.
Andy dragged their suitcase and got in the car with Tilda.
Tilda glanced at him. “Where’s your assistant, Henry Flowers? The guy who went viral online with all those flashy law videos?”
“He’s not really an assistant. He’s more like my partner. At ND Law Firm, he actually owns 35% of the firm. If I call him an assistant, he’d say I’m making him look cheap. As for this lawsuit of yours? The evidence is solid. Pretty small case. He stayed back in Jeselton, so I came alone. And besides, this is the first time I’m officially meeting you. I didn’t want too many people tagging along.”
Andy leaned back in the passenger seat, his voice soft and smooth, almost airy, like clouds brushing against skin. He rested his head on one hand, and under the glow of the car’s lights, his green eyes shimmered with this dangerous, tempting charm.
Tilda smirked. She sat confidently at the wheel, fingers gliding across it like she was teasing it. “Alright then, superstar. I’m gonna take you out tonight. We’ll drink and talk. We’re not heading home until we’re drunk.”
“Deal. But you said it–tonight I’m putting everything on your tab.”
At that, Andy’s eyes darkened a little. Unease flickered there.
He asked carefully, “Tilda, are you okay?”
This time, Andy wasn’t joking or playful. His voice was calm, serious. “I don’t know the full story between you and the Jensons. But from how Mrs. Jenson spoke… Tilda, I really don’t think they deserve you.”
Normally, Andy never said stuff like this. He didn’t mix personal feelings into his cases. That was his rule as a lawyer.
But this time, the words slipped out. Not as a lawyer, but as a friend.
Because Blair’s shameless words had been too much. She pretended to care about Tilda and gave her advice.
“Andy, you’re right. The Jensons don’t deserve me. That’s why I’ve cut ties for good. From now on, I’ll live my own dazzling life. Don’t worry. I’m fine. I already know now what I wanted from them was impossible. Giving it up completely feels like being set free."
The windows were down. The wind outside was wild, rushing in, but to Tilda it felt good. She ran her hand through her hair, eyes half-closed, wearing a relaxed look.
But that freedom had come at a heavy cost. It had taken years of sacrifice and an actual life. Fire had eaten her alive, left her suffering in pain worse than death.
But luckily, she was given a second chance. So now, she locked away her heart–the heart that had once burned with love, desperate for family.
That heart deserved more than monsters like the Jensons.
From now on, she’d run free, with flowers at her feet, wind at her back, and no chains tying her down. Her life would have nothing to do with the Jensons.
“Today just felt like I’d been bitten by a pack of rabid dogs. It made me upset and ruined the vibe of our first meeting. But just a little,” she added, pinching her fingers together, showing Andy the tiny gap.
Andy spoke, “Well, if dogs bite us, then we bite back, harder and deeper. We make it hurt more than they ever dreamed. Even if they’re humans pretending to be civilized–if they bite first, we don’t just sit there and take it.”
His voice was light, almost careless, tossing out words that broke every so-called moral rule. Anyone else hearing would’ve said their values were twisted.
Because it wouldn’t make sense for people to fight animals. People were supposed to rise above.
But Tilda just smiled, feral and sharp. “Yes, Andy. How could I not bite back? And not just once–I’ll rip into them. I’ll leave them torn up and bleeding, choking on their own cruelty. My way of thinking may not match what society wants, but I don’t care. Why should I tell myself sweet lies while I’m the one bleeding? Why should I forgive people who only hurt me? No. I’ll bite back. I’ll make them feel what I felt. I’ll tear their mouths apart!”
“Tilda!”
Andy’s eyes sparkled, full of excitement. “See? That’s why you’re my number one Queen! You said it perfectly. I knew we thought the same.”
They both wanted to break free from stale rules and live in a way that felt real.
If you hated someone, hit back. If you loved someone, you should give them everything.
Why should the guilty be comforted while the hurt was told to swallow it?
Even if humans shouldn’t fight dogs, if a dog bit you, it wouldn’t be too much to put it down, right?
When someone hurts you, they pay. Simple as that.
“If we didn’t see the world the same way, Tilda, how could we have worked side by side all these years?”
“Enough talking here–it’s suffocating. Buckle up. Let’s go drink.”
“Sure.”
Tilda slammed her foot on the gas, twisted the wheel, and the car shot forward, tearing down the road.
Half an hour later, they left the highway, rolling into the heart of Slosa.
Tilda planned to take Andy to Nightingale Bar. The owner had just given her a diamond VIP card–loaded with credit and big discounts. It would be a waste not to use it.
But then, they saw chaos up ahead. Tilda eased off the gas and pressed the brake. Her brow furrowed just slightly.
“A car accident…”
Up ahead, a vehicle had flipped over, lying wrecked in the middle of the street.