Chapter 105 My Sister, Tilda
Andy spoke coldly, “I think I get what the Jensons are trying to do.”
The wholewsuit blew up because of Wade.
And only he could untangle it.
Everyone was aware. They knew Wade had to handle this carefully to minimize the fallout.
Tilda and Andy guessed instantly.
Facing the crowd packed below and countless cameras, Wade spoke with calmposure
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Light seemed to shine around him, highlighting the sharp features inherited from both Russell and ir.
Talented beyond his years.
Even as a young man, he carried the aura of someone in high power.
Heid out the entire misunderstanding the cause, the sequence of events–clearly.
He even presented testimony from people at Orica University who knew about it back then.
Everything was logical.
Convincing.
Then, a reporter asked a pointed question. <fn4909> Original content can be found at f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?</fn4909>
“Mr. Wade, ording to you, this all started as a misunderstanding. Mr. Jenson, out of concern for you, misjudged Ms. Tilda.
“When you met Ms. Tilda, was her fainting caused by breaking your record, making it hard for you to react? Or was there another reason?”
The microphone was handed to Wade.
He met every probing gaze<i>, </i>one by one.
Wade took a slow, steady breath.
“There are two reasons. But the other reason … I can’t say.
“This is mostly my fault. My dad fainted after seeing Tilda, and on top of that, she broke my record. That’s why I felt I had to get answers from her.”
Wade stepped back, mirroring Russell exactly.
In front of countless cameras, he bowed deeply.
“Here, I sincerely apologize to Tilda and to her friend, Una.
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“I offered this apology from the start. You didn’t want to ept it.
“So… then, by your terms, in front of the whole nation, I hope this apology is something you can ept!”
Below<b>, </b>cameras clicked, video cameras whirred, and the crowd murmured and shifted.
Wade quietly clenched his fists, pressing his nails into his palms.
He gritted his teeth, letting the pain sharpen his senses and bring back his focus.
<i>This</i>… this <i>should </i><i>be </i><i>enough</i><i>. </i>
<i>It </i><i>should </i>minimize <i>the </i><i>harm </i><i>Tilda </i><i>caused </i><i>the </i><i>Jensons</i><i>. </i>
<i>I</i>… no<i>, </i><i>the </i>entire <i>Jensons </i>knew <i>the </i>truth.
I <i>had </i><i>told a </i>massive <i>lie</i>, <i>but </i>it <i>sounded </i><i>like </i><i>the </i>truth.
<i>Just </i><i>a </i>few <i>details </i><i>were </i><i>shifted</i>.
<i>The </i><i>most </i><i>terrifying </i><i>lies </i>in <i>this </i><i>world </i><i>aren’t </i><i>distortions</i>.
<i>They’re </i><i>the </i><i>ones </i><i>that </i><i>speak </i><i>the </i><i>truth</i><i>–</i><i>so </i>no <i>one </i><i>can </i><i>call </i><i>you </i><i>out</i>.
<i>Except </i><i>that </i><i>you </i>know.
<i>You </i>know it’s <i>a </i><i>lie</i>.
<i>It’s </i><i>the </i><i>kind </i><i>of </i><i>lie </i><i>that </i><i>someone </i><i>with </i><i>a </i><i>conscience</i><i>, </i><i>morals</i>, <i>education</i>, <i>and </i><i>a </i><i>sense </i><i>of </i><i>dignity </i><i>cannot </i><i>ept</i>.
<i>And </i>it’s <i>the </i><i>line </i><i>I </i><i>myself </i><i>cannot </i><i>cross </i><i>in </i><i>my </i><i>heart</i>.
But I know that <i>if </i><i>I </i><i>didn’t </i><i>do </i><i>this</i>, <i>the </i><i>Jensons </i><i>wouldn’t </i><i>survive </i><i>this </i><i>storm</i>.
So…
<i>Tilda</i><i>. </i>
<i>I’m </i><i>truly </i><i>sorry</i><i>. </i>
<i>I’m </i>sorry…
In his mind, Wade knew he was wrong, but for the Jensons, he was willing to lie without hesitation.
Even if it manipted public opinion and hurt Tilda.
“Damn it! I need my knife!
“My sister, Tilda?! How can Wade say that?!”
Andy was disgusted by this bizarre Jensons.
Even <b>his </b>snacks tasted nd.
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Tilda’s face was expressionless.
Her eyes grew colder<b>, </b>sharper, cutting right through.
She had long seen through this family’s hypocrisy.
She never held any hope for them.
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At Jenson Group, when Dominic and Howard saw the press conference hitting its peak, they immediately mobilized their social media team.
ounts linked to the family flooded every trending post withments, likes, and shares, trying to spin the story and keep it from blowing up.
[Seriously? I thought this was huge, but it’s just a misunderstanding?]
[This heiress is way too harsh. Mr. Jenson was just worried about his son–rify it and move on. Why drag it into awsuit?]
[Total waste of resources. Pathetic!]
[Tilda’s still the daughter Mr. Jenson finally found after 19 years! If I were him, I’d be ready to throttle her myself.]
[Mr. Jenson’s apology is so sincere–he’s clearly a great dad. Loves his family, looks sharp, treats his wife right, is rich and powerful, admits when he’s wrong… and Tilda can’t even appreciate it!]
[No way. Misunderstand someone for a second, and that’s okay? Are your morals broken? Especially when this is a daughter missing for 19 years. Any parent would cherish her, not misjudge her. Anyone would flip out!]
Of course, some people disagreed.
But their voices were quickly drowned out by clueless bystanders and the Jensons’s online push.
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