Chapter 77: Apologizing Doesn’t Fix Everything
“Wade, that’s enough. Let’s go. Stop wasting time with a wicked woman like her!”
Serves her right! No wonder the Jensons never liked her, never trusted her, and never wanted her around!
Cutting ties with the Jensons? They’re itching to throw her out anyway!
With the way Tilda acted, it was easy to pin every bad thing on her.
Even if Clive hadn’t been a Jenson, he could still see the difference between her and Kyla.
So what if Tilda had some tricks up her sleeve? She was rotten inside, and her heart was filthy.
How could she compare with Kyla, who was sweet, gentle, and innocent?
Tilda wasn’t even close.
And if it was about ability, every single Jenson outshone her.
Yet she strutted around like the Jensons owed her.
It was disgusting.
“Uh… Mr. Wade, please don’t make this harder on us.”
The staff had seen everything just now.
Maurice had already told them to keep an eye on that woman.
Wade was the one who went up to Tilda first, pestering her.
The cameras had caught everything.
Tilda wanted nothing to do with him and even asked for security.
She was making it crystal clear that she was done with him, giving him zero respect.
If Wade kept pushing, things could get ugly.
The rest of the crowd just watched, sipping their drinks.
Their eyes were full of mockery, amusement, sarcasm, and curiosity.
Of course, they enjoyed the drama, but none of them said a word.
After all, Wade was the seventh son of the Jensons.
Who dared laugh at him? If he remembered their faces and had his family come after them, they wouldn’t survive in Slosa.
“Tilda, do you have to treat me like this?
“I’ve reflected on how I treated you before, and I even apologized. Isn’t that enough?
“What more do you want? Nobody has ever dared to humiliate me like this—throwing water in my face in public.
“The only reason I’m holding back and still speaking calmly is because you’re my sister! My real blood sister! I’m giving you a chance!”
Wade gritted his teeth.
Nobody knew how close he was to snapping. He almost slapped her across the face.
The only reason he held back was guilt.
But that guilt was fading, and anger was taking its place.
Tilda nearly laughed.
Tsk, tsk. Look at him—acting all righteous and wronged.
Putting on that fake “big brother being patient” act…
What a joke. Who’s he fooling?
Blair and Russell truly passed down their arrogance.
All seven sons were the same—self-centered trash.
Wade made it sound like apologizing was some huge gift to her.
It was like admitting her as a Jenson was some divine blessing.
He was no different from Blair back at the airport.
Just watching this scene made Tilda want to curse him out.
“If apologizing fixed everything, why would cops exist? Do you want forgiveness? Fine. Here’s the deal.
“Wherever I go, none of you Jensons are allowed to show up. The air I breathe? Off limits to you as well!
“Stop acting like being your family is some big honor.
“You guys are nothing but leeches. Even if it costs me every drop of blood, I don’t want to be your family!”
Just thinking about being tied to the Jensons made her sick.
She once thought she could just ignore them.
They already hated her and wanted her gone.
She figured she could finally live free, happy, and bright.
It was at least way better than her previous life.
But no—the Jensons couldn’t leave her alone.
Even when she cut them off, they still clung like snot.
If she didn’t curse them out, they’d never get it!
Wade’s nails dug into his palms. He used the sting of pain to keep control.
He didn’t explode, didn’t insult her in public, and didn’t hit her.
He only glared at her, his eyes full of hate. Then, he turned and walked away.
“Tilda, you’re too much!
“Wade truly regrets how he treated you. He came here to apologize and make peace!
“He’s finally accepted you as his sister, and how do you repay him?
“You spit nasty words and reject him! Are you even human? Do you have a conscience? Won’t your heart hurt?”
Clive jumped in, backing Wade up.
Tilda looked straight at him and sneered, pure contempt written across her face.