Chapter 58 A Video
K hadn’t expected Tilda to pull this card right now!
Russell wentpletely quiet.
It was true. Back when he first found out the editor–in–chief and the others had lied and smeared Tilda, his first thought had been K.
Because when Tilda got ndered, pushed away from the Jensons, and even forced to leave, K had suddenly be the only precious heiress of the Jensons.
She was the one who would gain the most.
Russell had said he would look into it, but he never really dug deep. He didn’t want to burst the fragile bubble.
Because if the truth came out, if K really had nned everything
Russell didn’t dare think about it.
The daughter he had spoiled all her life, the one he loved most–what kind of person would that make her?
Maybe, just maybe, Russell had never seen K’s real face at all.
“Heh, so you really didn’t check, huh? Russell, everything you say is just nonsense. And you still call yourself my father? Don’t kid yourself.”
Tilda’s mockery was cruel. She had already given up hope for him.
In Russell’s eyes, whatever K did was always right. Whatever Tilda did was always wrong.
Every time something involved K, Russell lost all judgment and blindly protected her.
And countless times, just to shield K, he had thrown Tilda under the bus and made her the scapegoat, leaving her to be cursed, hated, and hurt in every way.
“I …”
Russell had no words. Tilda’s sharp words had him trapped.
The day she cut ties with the Jensons, Russell hadn’t checked further.
It was partly because he was angry at her and thought it was useless, and partly because he was scared of the truth he didn’t want to face.
“Tilda, you think a few words are enough to me K? To make us believe it’s all her fault? Where’s your proof?”
“Without proof, all you have are guesses!”
Howard, with his military and legal training, immediately pointed out the gap in Tilda’s words.
“Tilda, I know you hate me. I’ve always known But listen. I’ll leave the Jensons and stay far away, as long as youe home. Just don’t hate me
“I’m hurting so much, and I’m scared. I’d rather die than let you misunderstand me!”
K cried until her voice broke. Every word was shredded by sobs.
Then the tears caine in a flood–ugly, uncontroble No one could stop her
Watching her like that. Russell’s heart ached.
Any doubt he had samshed, reced with raw love and concern
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“Tilda, I’ve been looking into this all along. I just needed more time. And I know without a doubt that K had nothing to do.
with it!
“K is kind, pure, and sincere. She’s the daughter we’ve raised since childhood. We know her heart better than anyone.
“Don’t think you can use these tricks to drive a wedge between us Jensons!”
Tilda’s lips curved into a bitter, mocking smile.
Of course. <i>In </i><i>the </i><i>Jensons</i>‘ <i>eyes</i>, <i>K </i><i>has </i><i>always </i><i>been </i><i>the </i>sweet<i>, </i><i>innocent </i><i>one</i>.
Meanwhile, <i>I’m </i>the <i>demon</i><i>, </i><i>the </i>one who <i>doesn’t </i><i>deserve </i><i>to </i><i>breathe </i>or deserve <i>to </i><i>be </i><i>a </i><i>Jenson</i>.
<i>If </i><i>Russell </i><i>really </i><i>wanted </i><i>to </i><i>investigate</i><i>, </i>with his <i>power</i><i>, </i><i>he </i><i>could </i><i>have </i><i>found </i><i>the </i><i>truth </i><i>long </i>ago.
<i>The </i><i>editor</i><i>–</i>in–<i>chief </i><i>hasn’t </i><i>even </i><i>left </i><i>Slosa</i><i>–</i><i>he’s </i><i>just </i><i>taken </i><i>a </i><i>leave</i>. <i>One </i><i>scare </i><i>from </i><i>Russell</i><i>, </i><i>and </i><i>he </i><i>would </i><i>have </i><i>cracked</i><i>. </i>
<i>K </i><i>can’t </i><i>make </i><i>magic</i><i>. </i><i>She </i><i>can’t </i><i>make </i><i>him </i><i>vanish</i>.
<i>The </i>truth <i>is </i><i>simple</i><i>. </i>
Russell <i>doesn’t </i>want to <i>investigate</i>.
<i>Or </i>worse<i>, </i><i>even </i><i>if </i><i>the </i><i>truth </i><i>pointed </i><i>to </i><i>K</i><i>, </i><i>he’d </i><i>make </i><i>ten </i><i>thousand </i><i>excuses </i><i>to </i><i>convince himself </i>it <i>was </i><i>false</i>.
<i>He’d </i><i>say </i>it was <i>my </i><i>scheme</i><i>, </i><i>a </i><i>setup</i><i>, </i><i>a </i>trick <i>to </i><i>frame </i><i>K</i><i>. </i>
<i>In </i><i>the </i><i>end</i>, <i>it’s </i>always <i>the </i><i>same</i><i>: </i><i>It’s my </i><i>fault </i><i>I’m </i><i>not </i><i>loved</i><i>, </i><i>and </i><i>he’ll </i><i>always </i><i>be </i><i>biased </i><i>toward </i><i>the </i><i>daughter </i><i>he </i><i>loves</i>.
<i>My </i><i>mistakes </i><i>are </i><i>real </i><i>and </i><i>punishable</i>.
<i>But </i><i>K’s </i>mistakes? <i>He’d </i><i>say </i>it’s made up <i>or </i><i>someone </i><i>else’s </i><i>fault</i>.
<i>K </i><i>isn’t </i><i>even </i><i>blood</i><i>, </i><i>but </i>in <i>the </i>Jensons‘ <i>hearts</i><i>, </i><i>she’s </i><i>the </i><i>daughter </i><i>they </i><i>raised</i><i>, </i><i>their </i><i>treasure</i><i>, </i><i>the little </i><i>sister </i><i>they </i><i>adore</i>,
I’m <i>the </i><i>biological </i><i>daughter </i><i>but </i><i>I </i><i>was </i><i>gone </i><i>for </i><i>19 </i><i>years</i>. <i>Now </i>that I’m <i>back</i><i>, </i>I’m as <i>close </i>to <i>them </i><i>as </i><i>a </i><i>stranger </i><i>is</i>. <fn829d> Checktest chapters at f?ndnovel</fn829d>
<i>I </i>guess <i>that </i><i>means </i><i>I’m </i><i>destined </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>trampled </i><i>by </i><i>the </i><i>Jensons </i><i>while </i><i>K </i><i>gets </i><i>cherished </i><i>like </i><i>a </i><i>princess</i>–<i>pampered</i><i>, </i><i>loved</i><i>, </i><i>and </i><i>spoiled</i>.
Tilda was left in the corner, watching the family warmth she could never have from a distance.
Every nce cut her like a knife.
“Russell, you can say whatever to help <i>you </i>sleep at night.
“But there’s one thing I can prove. You used me, but I have proof.”
Tilda flipped her phone.
She hit y, and everyone gasped.
It <b>was </b>a video
It showed K suddenly throwing herself at Tilda. Tilda didn’t even touch her–yet K flew back like something invisible hit her spanning and crashing hard to the ground.
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