Chapter 336 Please, No Fighting


    The brothers all treated Tilda like an ugly scar. They wanted her gone, erased forever. <fnc32b> For original chapters go to Find[?]ovel</fnc32b>


    Deep inside, Tilda wanted revenge. She wanted to crush the entire Jensons.


    She wanted them to suffer in the worst way, a pain worse than death.


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    In this family, everyone had been cruel to her. No one was innocent.


    On the side, Santiago listened to Kayden. He felt something stir in his chest.


    He figured that even the cold, stubborn Tilda might feel a little moved by Kayden’s words.


    Just as he thought that. Tilda spoke.


    “Done talking? Now, leave.”


    She spat out those words mercilessly, her voice sharper than ice.


    There was not a single trace of emotion. She wasn’t moved at all.


    She then turned around and grabbed Mystro. “Mystro, let’s go.”


    “Alright.”


    Her firm tone told Mystro everything.


    She had no more hope for her so–called family.


    Even with Kayden lowering himself and begging, her heart stayed frozen.


    Kayden lowered his eyes, sadness flickering in them.


    His words had been real, from deep inside.


    But Tilda wasn’t touched at all.


    It frustrated him to no end.


    He had never felt so powerless.


    Just as he tried to say more, Santiago, who had been moved earlier, saw Tilda’s reaction. He snapped with


    anger.


    <b>He </b>strode forward. “Stop right there!”


    But Tilda <b>acted </b>as if she hadn’t heard. She just kept walking.


    Being ignored made Santiago burn with rage.


    <b>He </b>rushed forward, but Kayden stopped him.


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    “What are you doing. Santiago?”


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    “Kayden, you’ve already bowed your head. You weren’t even the one who hurt her. Why should she treat you like this?


    “Why should we all pay for what someone else did? Why?!”


    Santiago couldn’t hold back, no matter how Kayden tried to stop him.


    We’ve <i>never </i>hurt Tilda, but she always <i>looks </i>at us as <i>if </i><i>we </i><i>had</i>, <i>ready </i><i>to </i><i>curse </i><i>us </i><i>at </i><i>every </i><i>turn</i>. <i>How </i><i>dare </i><i>she</i><i>! </i>


    That’s right. To me, none of you Jensons are good. You’re all guilty.


    “So stop acting like you’re better than the rest. You’re just like Justinpletely disgusting.


    “Do all of you Jensons enjoy humiliation or something? I’ve already made it clear–I don’t want anything to do with you. End of story. And yet you keep showing up, pretending to be noble. Who are you trying to fool?”


    Tilda’s words were sharp and merciless.


    She gave no respect to either Kayden or Santiago.


    Santiago felt his head explode.


    “Tilda, you little…”


    He was about to rush up and p her.


    She had insulted both of them, and now even Justin, someone Santiago respected.


    This <i>is </i><i>unforgivable</i><i>! </i>


    But before Kayden could react, Mystro grabbed Santiago’s hand.


    “Get lost!”


    Santiago roared and struggled with all his strength.


    But Mystro’s grip was like steel.


    He couldn’t break free.


    Mystro’s dark eyes locked on him, cold and deadly. Santiago froze, not daring to move a muscle.


    “The ones who should get lost … are you two.”


    Mystro shoved him aside with one hand.


    Santiago flew <b>back</b>, stumbled, and crashed to the ground.


    His <b>face </b><b>was </b>full of shock.


    He had trained for <b>years</b>, mastering all kinds of martial arts andbat sports, even earning a ck belt.


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    He could even take on five or six men with knives.


    Yet this thin man crushed him so easily.


    “You can’t even handle me. And you want to get near Tilda?”


    Mystro’s voice was cold as ice.


    <i>The </i>mask he usually wore slipped.


    The chill he gave off was sharper than the snow around them.


    The look in his eyes dripped with scorn.


    <i>This </i><i>is </i>supposed <i>to </i><i>be </i>Tilda’s <i>brother</i><i>? </i>


    <i>Honestly</i>, <i>he’s </i><i>pathetic</i>.


    <i>He’s </i><i>nowhere </i><i>near </i>as <i>strong </i>as I <i>imagined</i>.


    <i>Tilda </i>is so impressive<i>–</i>how could she <i>have </i><i>such </i><i>a </i><i>weak </i><i>brother</i><i>? </i>


    Santiago bit down hard, his scarf hiding his twisted face.


    5 = 2


    He wanted to argue, but he couldn’t.


    Mystro’s strength had shut him uppletely.


    People around started staring.


    Even the staff came forward nervously.


    “Gentlemen, please, no fighting…”


    “Sorry, this is our fault.”


    Kayden quickly stepped in to calm things down.