Out of the Shadows Tilda’s Brilliant Second Life

Chapter 692 Get On Board, Ms. Kyla

“Ever since Dad went to prison, he’s stayed silent. I’ve passed word to him through our lawyer, and he says he’ll take all the blame once we make it out of the country safely.”

Dominic could barely get the words out, feeling more drained than ever.

It was as if fate had already decided everything.

There was nothing left that could be changed.

Blair couldn’t hold back her tears. “How could your dad be so foolish… Dominic, you have to find the best lawyer you can for your dad. I know there’s no way out of this, but at least don’t let your father spend too long in jail…”

“Mom, I will. The lawyer told me that if the evidence against Dad is overwhelming, the best we can do is for him to plead guilty and tell the truth. The lawyer will try to get him the shortest sentence possible.”

“Okay… that’s good. Once our exit paperwork is set, we’ll leave. I don’t want to drag you or your dad down anymore. I know… we’re just a burden to you now. Dominic, you’ve done so much for all of us…”

Blair stroked Dominic’s face, heart aching as she looked at his bloodshot eyes and bruised eye corner. She was shocked by how thin he’d gotten. His scruffy beard made him seem so much older—he was nothing like the bright, proud young man he’d been.

Russell was in jail, and Blair was in pieces.

There was no one left to hold the Jensons together except Dominic.

Everyone pinned their hopes on Dominic, believing he’d find a way to save them, trusting him completely.

But they seemed to forget–Dominic was only 26.

His life had just started. He hadn’t even tasted happiness before one tragedy after another slammed him, burying him under responsibility.

Blair’s heart ached to see her eldest son suffering. He was forced to shoulder a burden far too heavy for his age, all because he was the most capable among the Jensons’ younger generation.

His maturity and sense of duty had become shackles, locking him into a life where he could never be free to chase his own dreams.

If he hadn’t been weighed down by this burden, maybe he could’ve done something just for himself. Maybe he could’ve chased his own dreams, done something reckless, or simply lived for himself.

He could have done all that instead of carrying the so-called crown of leading the Jensons–a shackle disguised as glory in everyone else’s eyes.

So much had happened to the Jensons lately.

They had faced too many blows and too many betrayals from those they loved.

They were truly exhausted.

For the first time ever, Blair felt nothing but disgust for Slosa.

This was the city where she’d built a lifetime of memories with Russell.

But now, on the eve of her departure to Motrar, Blair never wanted to come back.

This place was full of bitter memories and pain.

In just one year, everything had turned completely upside down for the Jensons.

Nothing could ever go back to the way it was.

“Mom…”

Blair’s heartfelt words were so genuine that Dominic finally broke down in tears.

He threw himself into Blair’s arms, sobbing like he did as a child.

He was just so tired.

But he couldn’t let it show.

He couldn’t show a single sign of weakness in front of his younger brothers, his uncle, or the Jenson Group’s board members.

If he did, all their hopes would be shattered.

He’d rather carry every burden alone.

He never wanted the people he cared about to be crushed by it.

Only now did Dominic realize… just how limited a person’s strength could be.

It’s so limited, like it barely matters at all.

He really wasn’t strong enough to handle everything on his own.

He was just so tired, nearly suffocating under the weight. If it went on, it would destroy him.

But now, he’d finally found a place to let it all out. He cried it all out, right there in his mother’s arms.

“Go ahead and cry, Dominic. I’m sorry… I really am… It’s my fault, and the Jensons’ fault. We’re the ones who hurt you… We put too much on your shoulders…”

All Blair could do now was try to give her son what little comfort a mother could.

There was nothing else she could do.

A few days passed in a blur.

One day, in the dead of night, Kyla was brought to the docks.

“Get on board, Ms. Kyla. In a few days, you’ll arrive in Valkyria. Mr. Lowell’s people will meet you there. They’ll provide you with a new Valkyrian identity and the necessary documents so you can have a fresh start there.”

“I understand.”

She’d already worked out all the details with Tobias.

With hope for a better future in her heart, Kyla stepped onto the boat.

The boat slowly sailed toward Valkyria.

Under the moonlight, the calm, dreamy ocean seemed to echo Kyla’s hopes for her new life.

Just then, a steward brought her a steaming cup of coffee.

She took it and drank without a second thought.