Chapter 41 Wade Isn’t That Weak!
Una froze, her whole body tensing as she glanced nervously at Tilda.
Tilda was just about to say something when Russell’s sharp eyes cut through the cafeteria crowd and landed straight on her.
Without a second of pause, he marched right at her.
The students nearby panicked, quickly stepping aside. Some even pulled out their phones, excited to catch the drama.
When Russell saw Tilda still sitting there calmly eating, his anger snapped.
“Eat? You’re still in the mood to eat, huh?”
With one furious move, he flipped her entire tray.
Food clattered to the ground and splashed all over Tilda’s and Una’s pants.
“Oh, no…”
Una, who wore a skirt with pure white tights that day, flinched as gravy splattered on her stockings. The sting hurt.
Tilda’s face turned cold in an instant.
She slammed her palm on the table and shot to her feet.
“Russell, what the hell is wrong with you?!”
Russell never expected his daughter to curse at him to his face. “How dare you talk to me like that! Think you’re all grown now? Think you’ve got wings strong enough to fly?”
But Tilda ignored him completely. She turned to Una, her voice soft with concern. “Una, you okay?”
“I’m fine… just got burned a little by the gravy…” But Una was clearly more worried about Tilda.
Russell had come in ready to fight—exactly as she’d feared.
“Dad!”
Howard shoved through the crowd, rushing over and grabbing Russell’s arm before things got worse.
“Dad, calm down! This is Orica University. You can’t make a scene here. If you’ve got something to say, then say it properly…”
“Calm down? How the hell am I supposed to calm down? Wade’s still unconscious in the infirmary! And it’s all because of her!” Russell’s glare stabbed into Tilda, as if she were his enemy, not his own blood.
Tilda’s brow twitched.
Wade is unconscious?
Pathetic. He fainted from a few words? He can’t even handle that? I endured years of abuse from the Jensons without breaking. And Wade can’t even stand a little humiliation?
“What? Wade’s…?” Even Una froze, confused.
Didn’t Tilda just say it was nothing? So why did Wade collapse?
“And what does that have to do with me, Russell? You’re accusing me of beating Wade unconscious?”
“You wouldn’t dare! You’re too scared to even touch him! But Kyla said it herself—after meeting you, Wade fainted. Clive dragged him back to the infirmary!”
“So tell me, what the hell did you do to Wade? He ended up like this because of you, and you owe me an explanation!” Russell’s face was red with fury, his chest heaving, and his handsome features twisted in rage.
If looks could kill, Tilda would’ve been dead already.
“Dad… everyone, stop recording! Delete those videos and get out!” Howard, trained as a soldier, knew one thing for sure: if this mess got online, the Jensons’ reputation would be destroyed.
Seeing as he couldn’t get Russell to back down, he tried to shove people back, grab their phones, and delete the videos they had taken.
It was impossible to get them all, but thankfully, campus security came rushing in, protective of Jenson Group’s sponsorship.
“Why chase them out? Got something to hide?” Tilda knew exactly what Howard was up to. But she wasn’t going to let the Jensons cover it up and walk away clean.
She stepped forward, her voice cold and clear, echoing straight into every phone camera.
“I don’t know why Wade fainted. But I’ll tell you why he came to me. Everyone here knows I broke Wade’s record today. I solved Professor Manning’s program."
“And that’s why Wade came to me. Then he ended up passing out. Maybe his pride couldn’t take the fact that I defeated him. That’s why he collapsed.”
Gasps spread through the crowd.
The moment they heard it, it made sense.
Everyone knew Wade—he was arrogant, worshipped as the best programming genius Orica University had ever seen.
But that title, which he’d only held for two years, had just been crushed by Tilda in a clear, undeniable victory.
And Tilda wasn’t just any student. She was the Jensons’ real daughter, the one they found after 19 years. She was Wade’s little sister.
For an older brother like Wade, that humiliation must’ve been unbearable.
Howard’s face twisted. The damage was done. No matter what, the Jensons’ pride was gone.
He hadn’t expected Tilda to go this far—she was ruthless, not leaving Wade or the family a shred of dignity.
“Shut up! Tilda! Wade isn’t that weak! He’s my son—I know him better than anyone!” But as Russell’s voice dropped, a flicker of panic flashed across his rage.
Back then, even if Wade had fainted, Russell would never have lost control like this.