Chapter 67 Savior

A crowd had gathered, but nobody dared to step forward. They just pulled out their phones, calling for an ambulance. Seeing others handling it, Tilda stopped paying attention. Ever since she’d been reborn, she didn’t care about sticking her nose into other people’s problems. If she used her kindness, it was reserved for her closest friends.

“We need another route. Stall for ten minutes, Andy.”

“Wait, Tilda. Something is off with that car.”

Hearing Andy’s words, Tilda looked closer.

Gas was leaking from the car. Right then, a puppy wriggled out of the car. It wasn’t hurt, just barking at the people inside. When no one reacted, it grabbed its toy, eyes red, and stared at the scared crowd. Then, it locked eyes with Tilda, trotted over, and dropped the toy in front of her. After that, it flopped down, acting like it was silently begging. This is my most precious thing. Please save my owners.

“Tsk.” Tilda unbuckled her seatbelt. “Andy, you drive yourself. Back up.”

“Tilda, are you trying to—”

Before Andy could finish, Tilda was already sprinting toward the car. Inside, she found two people–an adult and a child. The driver was a middle-aged man. He could barely open his bloodied eyes.

“Please… save my daughter…”

“If you want her alive, you’re coming too. I’m not raising your kid for you!” Tilda kicked out the back window.

Meanwhile, Blair was heading down from the highway. She’d gone to find Andy herself, so she didn’t bring a driver. She used the fastest route to return to the Jenson Villa. In truth, Blair had left the airport before Tilda, but Tilda drove faster.

Blair kept recalling what Tilda had told Andy. She couldn’t figure out what she’d done wrong. She was convinced her logic made sense, and Tilda was the one who was being petty. The moment Tilda returned to the Jensons, she wanted to take Kyla’s place. That would only make things worse and earn more of the Jensons’ dislike. Blair had just gotten off the highway and wasn’t driving long when she spotted the accident ahead. The only person helping was Tilda.

Blair blinked, thinking she’d seen the wrong person. Meanwhile, Tilda had already pulled the little girl out of the wrecked car. The kid was unconscious but luckily not seriously hurt. Andy parked and rushed over to help Tilda get the girl’s father out.

“Stop watching! Run! The car is about to blow!” Tilda yelled, running toward the safety zone.

For a moment, everyone froze. When they smelled the gas, they instantly scattered.

Boom!

The car exploded seconds later. Luckily, everyone had been rescued in time. Ambulances, fire trucks, and police arrived in time to secure the scene. Thanks to Tilda and Andy, nobody died. The middle-aged man didn’t care about his own injuries. He clutched his unconscious daughter, sobbing. “Babe, don’t scare me… Please wake up! Please!”

Within his desperate cries, the little girl gradually regained consciousness and opened her eyes. I’m healthy… It doesn’t hurt…

“Dad… Daddy… Don’t cry… I’m fine… I’m healthy.”

“Daddy, you’re hurt…”

She reached out and touched his cheek. Despite the blood on her forehead, she smiled brightly. The man was overwhelmed, hugging her tightly. “Thank God you’re fine… Thank God…”

The puppy ran circles around them, wagging its tail and barking happily.

Seeing the scene, Tilda lowered her eyes and quietly started walking away. The little girl noticed her leaving and called out softly, “Thank you…”

Tilda didn’t answer. She just gave a thumbs-up over her shoulder as she walked off.

“Thank you! You’re our savior!”

The man dropped to his knees while holding his daughter, bowing toward her retreating figure.

Tilda returned to her Porsche Cayenne, grabbing the puppy’s toy along the way. She smirked and tossed it casually onto the car.

“Tilda!”

A familiar voice rang out. Her eyes went cold as she turned and saw the last person she wanted to see.

It was Blair.

Her head started throbbing. “Blair, are you a ghost? Why do you keep following me?”

“You-”

Blair hadn’t expected Tilda to be so rude. But after witnessing what Tilda had just done, she forced herself to swallow her anger.