Chapter 59 The Type Who Had to Control Everything
Everything was crystal clear.
Tilda hadn’t even touched K–not a single hair!
She had fallen all by herself.
With such clear evidence, even Russell and Howard were speechless.
This time, they really had gotten it wrong.
And worse–they’d been embarrassed in public.
“Count the trending scandal, the Wade thing, and now this …
“Russell, that’s three times you’ve wrongly used me.
“You even tried to hurt me, put me in danger again and again.
And you call yourself a father? Please. You’re worse than trash.”
Russell’s face burned with shame as he was exposed in front of everyone.
And this wasn’t the first time or the second. This was the third.
At his age, Russell had never felt so humiliated.
Each word was like a knife and each fact a p.
And the worst part–the person tearing him apart was his own daughter.
Even Howard fell silent. His earlier arrogance disappeared.
“Ahem…”
A rough, awkward cough broke the quiet.
“Daddy, Howard … I already said it. I tripped. Tilda didn’t push me…”
K’s voice was soft, weak. But inside, she felt relieved.
Because this was always her backup n.
If she hadn’t stuck to that story, she might have gone down with it all.
But one question still nagged her.
<i>What </i>kind of phone is Tilda using? Recording our voices <i>through </i>clothes <i>is </i>one thing–but video this <i>sharp</i><i>? </i>
Thank God I didn’t slip earlier when sparring with Tilda. Thank God I kept denying it like <i>glue</i><i>. </i>
If I had cracked for even a second, I’d be done. No. I can’t risk being <i>alone </i>with Tilda again.
<i>One</i>–on–one means <i>danger</i>. It could be a trap
Sull. thank you Mr. Russell. Before the trial even starts, you just handed me perfect proof.
po do me a favor: Get ready for court and practice your apology”
With that. Tilda spun on her heel and walked away.
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Chapter 59 The Type Who Had to Control Everything
Russell jumped up. He couldn’t let her leave.
You’re really going to take me to court? I’m your father! No matter what, you still have Jenson blood in your veins!” <fnc379> This text is hosted at f?ndnovel</fnc379>
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Tilda didn’t turn. Her voice was cold as ice. “You wronged me. And you ask why I’d sue you? Heh. Apologize right here, to me and Una, and I might let it go.”
“What …”
Russell’s pride caught in his throat.
<i>Apologize</i>? To <i>Tilda </i><i>and </i><i>Una</i>? <i>How </i><i>would </i><i>I </i><i>face </i><i>the </i><i>rest </i><i>of </i><i>the </i><i>family </i><i>after </i><i>that</i><i>? </i>
“You can’t? Then see you in court. And this time, you’ll lose. Guaranteed.”
Tilda saw straight through him.
Russell was the type who did wrong but made excuses–he always med his love for family and his overprotectiveness for his rash choices.
But excuses didn’t erase the damage.
If excuses fixed everything, why havews? Why have police?
Were people supposed to swallow their pain just because the Jensons were powerful?
But Tilda was determined to teach the old man a lesson, even if it was thest thing she’d do.
Russell could only stand there, frozen, watching her leave.
“Daddy, Howard, what do we do? If Tilda really sues, won’t we be a punchline?
“Daddy, please talk to her. Honestly, Tilda doesn’t stand a chance against you….
K’s voice was soft, trembling like she was weak. But inside, she was gloating.
<i>If </i><i>Tilda and </i><i>the </i><i>Jensons </i><i>tear </i><i>each other </i><i>apart </i><i>in </i><i>court </i>to <i>the </i><i>point </i><i>of </i><i>no </i><i>return</i><i>, </i><i>they’ll </i><i>never </i><i>take </i><i>her </i><i>back</i>, no <i>matter </i><i>how </i><i>much </i><i>they </i><i>lean </i><i>toward </i><i>Tilda</i><i>. </i>
<i>Dad </i>will <i>definitely </i><i>win</i>. <i>Even </i><i>if </i><i>he </i><i>misunderstood </i><i>Tilda</i><i>, </i><i>she </i><i>doesn’t </i><i>have </i><i>proof</i><i>. </i>
<i>What </i>power <i>does </i><i>Tilda </i><i>have</i><i>? </i><i>She’s </i><i>just </i><i>a </i><i>college </i>student<i>–</i><i>alone</i><i>, </i><i>powerless</i><b><i>, </i></b><i>stripped </i><i>of </i><i>the </i><i>Jenson </i><i>name</i><i>. </i>
And <i>she </i>thinks she <i>can </i><i>sue </i>us? <i>That’s </i>not <i>brave</i><i>–</i><i>that’s </i><i>suicide</i>.
“This time… it won’t be that simple.”
Russell’s face darkened.
He hade to Orica University to confront Tilda for what she did and to ask how she had met Andy.
But after her icy defiance, asking now would only humiliate him more
Now, he was trapped, with no way forward and no way back
Night fell
Tilda drove her Porsche Cayenne, dropping Una off first. She waved goodbye and headed home.
Right then, her phone buzzed.
It was jude