Chapter 103 I Have To Do It
Kyla turned and threw herself into Wade’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
Wade had no idea how to face her or how to deal with the guilt he felt toward Tilda.
But in this moment, all he could do was pat her back and whisper comfort.
Before long, Russell and the others emerged from the study.
Howard rushed to the stairs, nerves tight. “Dad, how is it?”
Wade and Kyla followed close behind.
“There’s a way,” Russell said gravely, locking eyes with Wade. “But I’ll need your cooperation.”
From the back, Blair’s eyes flickered with pity.
“Me?”
Wade froze, and then a possibility hit him.
Meanwhile, Andy and Tilda were at the Maple Hotel.
“Cheers!”
They clinked champagne glasses, celebrating a victory already locked in.
Just as Andy drained his glass, his phone buzzed.
He answered, spoke a few words, then hung up.
“Tilda, you called it! The Jenson Group is holding a press conference.
“They’re probably gonna cave quickly–stop the stock from crashing, calm everyone down.”
With those two videos out, the Jensons were doomed in court. No way back.
To protect the company, Russell had no choice but to agree to Tilda’s demand for an apology.
Honestly? It was the smartest move he could make.
“So, let’s just sip champagne and watch Russell grovel.”
Tilda’s expression stayed calm.
She already had it all under control.
The moment word spread about the press conference, reporters from everywhere swarmed the place.
Cameras clicked, lenses aimed, everyone waiting for today’s headline to walk on stage.
Backstage, Wade sat with his eyes down.
Helpless in a way he’d never felt before.
Russell’s so-called solution echoed in his head.
His family’s pleading eyes were on him.
In the end, Wade had to make his choice.
Tilda…
I’m sorry.
“Wade.”
Blair appeared, her eyes full of pain as she looked at him.
Kyla trailed right behind, head bowed.
Wade drew in a long breath. “Mom… don’t look at me like that. I’ve already made up my mind. You don’t need to blame yourself.”
Blair sighed softly. “I’m sorry–for making you do the very thing you used to despise, even if it’s for the family…”
“Dominic and Howard are already at the company. And me? I’m a Jenson. I grew up with every privilege–no worries, the best education, and more love than I could ever ask for.
“This is my home. I carry Jenson blood. Everything I have is because of this family. And now Dad’s in trouble, and all it takes is one word from me to turn it around…
“I have to do it. No one else can. Right?”
He wasn’t just talking to Blair. He was saying it to himself.
And when he finished, he even managed a smile for her.
She opened her mouth, but no words came.
The truth was, even if Wade refused, she’d still force his hand.
It hurt, but this was the only way out.
“Wade…”
Kyla lifted her head, wiping her tears with trembling fingers. Her voice cracked. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry… if it weren’t for me, if it weren’t because of me…”
“Kyla, this isn’t your fault. It’s the Jensons’ burden.
“I’ve already made my peace with it. Please, just stand by me.”
But looking at her, Wade suddenly felt tired.
She’d worn that face too often–guilt, tears, blaming herself for everything.
Maybe it was because of what he had to do next, the weight pressing on his chest… but he couldn’t stand to see it again.
It grated on him.
He turned away, eyes shut. “Sorry, Mom. Kyla. Let me cool off. When the time comes, I’ll take the stage.”
“Wade…”
Kyla bit her lip, eyes flickering with panic.
He feels different now–colder, more distant.
Damn it… did I slip up somewhere?
Impossible. I’d been like this since childhood–pouting, acting pitiful. It always works.
On the rest of the family, and especially on him.
The old Wade would’ve melted already, soothing her with gentle words, hating to see her cry.
But this time… he turned his back and said nothing.
The alarm bells in her heart went off.
“Enough, Kyla. Let’s leave him be.” Blair’s voice was calm.
She didn’t think much of it–she knew the next thing she was asking Wade to do was already pushing him past his limits.