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To Howard, messing with Reba was the same as messing with him.
There was no way he could take that insult lying down!
“Howard, don’t!”
Wade moved quickly to block Howard.
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Howard stared at Wade in disbelief. “Wade, why are you stopping me? You’re just going to let her keep yelling like that?”
“Howard, don’t do anything rash…”
Wade bit his lip, giving Howard a pleading look, silently begging him to cool it.
He was genuinely scared that, with Howard’s temper and everything Tilda had done to the Jensonstely, Howard would lose control and actually hit her.
Seeing Wade like this, Howard’s anger slowly faded. It was like someone doused him with a bucket of cold
water.
Wade<i>, </i><i>could </i>it <i>be </i><i>that </i><i>you </i>…
“Why are you stopping him? Wade, are you afraid Howard will actually hit me and end up in jail?
“At least you’ve got some brains. You know Andy and I are tight–if Howard tried toy a hand on me, he’d lose his wrestling world champ title and get stuck with an ex–conbel instead!”
Tilda sat where she was, arms crossed, smirking.
“I … I didn’t mean it like that … Tilda…
Wade looked stunned.
Honestly, he hadn’t really thought it through just now.
He just didn’t want Howard to hit Tilda.
But now, he didn’t think Tilda would even believe him–not after everything he had done.
In Tilda’s eyes, she had probablybeled him, her so–called brother, as a useless and shameless liar.
“Tilda, don’t talk like that! Wade is just trying to protect you!”
Howard was stung by Tilda’s sarcasm and spoke up in Wade’s defense, clenching his jaw.
<i>Wade</i>, <i>really</i><i>, </i><i>what’s </i><i>so </i><i>great </i><i>about </i><i>Tilda </i><i>that </i><i>you’d </i>feel <i>guilty </i><i>or </i>want <i>to </i><i>protect </i><i>her</i><i>? </i>
It’s <i>all </i><i>Tilda’s </i><i>fault</i><i>. </i><i>If </i><i>she </i><i>hadn’t </i><i>been </i>so <i>petty</i><i>, </i><i>if </i><i>she </i>hadn’t resented <i>K</i><i>, </i><i>cut </i><i>off </i><i>the </i><i>Jensons</i><i>, </i><i>and </i>even turned <i>on </i>them <i>with </i><iwsuits</i>, <i>none </i><i>of </i><i>this </i><i>mess </i><i>would </i><i>have </i><i>happened</i>.
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<i>Even </i><i>if </i><i>Wade </i><i>lied</i>, it <i>was </i><i>for </i><i>the </i><i>Jensons</i>. <i>Everything </i><i>started </i>with <i>Tilda</i>.
<i>No </i><i>one </i>has <i>any </i><i>right </i><i>to </i><i>me </i><i>Wade</i>.
<i>Not </i>even Tilda<i>! </i>
“What’s going on here?”
The security guard heard Tilda calling for help and rushed over.
A crowd had started to gather as well.
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Tilda spoke up right away. “Help! These two are stalking me and threatening me! Please, call the police!”
“Uh… well… ”
The <i>guard </i><i>looked </i><i>at </i><i>Wade </i><i>and </i><i>Howard</i><i>. </i><i>Even </i><i>though </i><i>he </i><i>didn’t </i><i>know </i>who <i>they </i><i>were</i><i>, </i><i>they </i><i>didn’t </i><i>look </i>like <i>stalkers </i><i>at </i><i>all</i>, <i>judging </i><i>from </i><i>their </i><i>clothes</i><i>, </i><i>their </i><i>faces</i>, <i>and </i><i>their </i><i>whole </i><i>vibe </i><i>… </i>
“She’s my sister. This is a family dispute!”
Howard was totally floored by how easily Tilda could lie and keep a straight face. It was unbelievable!
No wonder Dominic had warned him that Tilda was a master maniptor and told him to be careful with her.
If it had been K, she never would have done something this shameful.
The more Howard dealt with Tilda, the more he realized how pure and good K really was… and how much Tilda fell short.
And yet, Tilda was his real sister by blood. K wasn’t! It was almost like some cruel joke from the universe.
“A family dispute?”
The guard looked at Howard and Tilda again.
Tilda looked kind of familiar to him.
“Aren’t you guys<b>… </b>
the Jensons?”
Someone in the crowd recognized Tilda.
“I’m not a Jenson. I have nothing <i>to </i>do with them, so don’t say that. I’ve already cut all ties with the Jensons.”
“These two are just strangers who keep stalking me!”
Tilda denied it t–out, three times in a row.
Her gaze was icy.
Any connection to the Jensons made her feel sick these days–just the thought was enough to make her want to puke.
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The security guard hesitated.
No matter how he looked at it, this was just a family drama.
There was nothing he could really do.
“Tilda, stop making a scene. If you delete the video of Reba, we’ll leave right now!”
“You’re just keeping that video so you can ruin Reba, aren’t you?”
If it hadn’t been for Reba, Howard wouldn’t have bothered with Tilda at all.
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Just seeing Tilda made his blood boil, especially with how sharp–tongued she was–she always knew just how to push his buttons.
It took everything in Howard not to lose it and strangle her right then and there.
“Ruin Reba?”
“You sure sound close, judging by the way you’re standing up for her.”
Tilda narrowed her eyes, something dangerous glinting in them.
“So, in your eyes, Howard, even someone not rted to you by blood is a little sister worth protecting …
Her tone was t, but there was a clear self–mocking edge to it.
A thick self–mocking edge, actually.
<i>Wow</i>, Tilda<i>. </i>Looks <i>like </i><i>you </i><i>had </i><i>been </i><i>a </i><i>failure </i><i>in </i><i>your </i><i>past </i><i>life</i><i>. </i>
<i>Not </i><i>only </i><i>were </i><i>you </i><i>no </i><i>match </i><i>for </i><i>K</i><i>, </i><i>you </i><i>couldn’t </i><i>even </i><i>measure </i><i>up </i><i>to </i><i>an </i><i>outsider </i>like <i>Reba</i>.
<i>You </i><i>should </i><i>have </i><i>realized </i><i>this </i><i>a </i><i>long </i><i>time </i><i>ago</i><i>. </i>
<i>Instead</i><i>, </i><i>you </i><i>ruined </i><i>your </i><i>life</i><i>, </i><i>chasing </i><i>after </i><i>some </i><i>family </i><i>affection </i><i>that </i><i>was </i><i>basically </i><i>non</i><i>–</i><i>existent</i><i>. </i><i>You </i><i>even </i><i>got </i><i>yourself </i><i>killed </i><i>for </i><i>that</i><i>! </i>
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