Chapter 456 The Fire in His Dream

Andy hit right at the heart of what Tilda had been thinking.

“Yeah, all these years, I’ve tried to follow my mentor’s teachings and hold on to my principles, but the stronger I got, the more darkness I saw. And somehow, without even noticing, I’ve been stained by it. I can’t wash it off anymore.”

Tilda agreed, “That’s why a girl like Una feels so warm. With all the mess I’ve been through, if I didn’t have Una, I don’t even know what I would’ve become.”

Andy gave a small smile. “I’ve seen my share of dark things too, Tilda. But at least we met some good friends. That makes us luckier than most.”

“You’re right,” Tilda murmured.

Just then, her gaze caught the figure standing at the hotel entrance.

Her expression darkened.

She never expected to run into him here, of all places.

It was Darell.

But this time, Tilda’s heart stayed calm.

Maybe it was because of her talk with Silva earlier.

She already knew – even if she cut all ties, no matter how hard she tried to avoid them, fate never truly let her break free.

It always found a way to push her into the people she least wanted to see.

“Tilda….” Andy noticed the shift in her mood and followed her eyes toward the man.

He pressed a hand to his forehead. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing. We keep walking.” Her voice was firm.

Even if they crossed paths, so what?

Her resolve and her hatred wouldn’t change.

She would treat Darell like a stranger.

Tilda and Andy started forward, pretending not to notice Darell.

But then, Darell’s voice cut through the air.

“You’re Tilda, aren’t you?”

Tilda’s reply was cool. “You’ve got the wrong person.”

She turned, ready to walk away.

Her tone was flat, laced with distance.

It said everything. She wanted nothing to do with him.

But Darell didn’t stop. “I don’t know what happened between you and our family. But… for the past two weeks, I’ve been dreaming about you. In every dream, there’s a fire. I see you burning. I see you die in it.”

He knew it was Tilda.

The moment he saw her, his body reacted, the same jolt of dread he felt when he watched her charred body in his nightmare.

And Tilda’s reaction only confirmed it.

So Darell said the words he never thought he’d speak.

As a man who lived by science and never believed in fate or the supernatural, he couldn’t possibly say this.

It was just a dream.

But something deep inside told him – if he spoke it out loud, Tilda wouldn’t walk away.

And he was right.

Tilda froze in place, her body trembling aggressively.

T–this is impossible.

That dream he described – it was the exact nightmare of her past life. The day she died. The fire that burned her beyond recognition. She suffered a fate worse than death.

How could Darell dream of that?

At that moment, Tilda remembered what Silva had once told her about Darell.

He was the lead actor of a movie. Even Silva, a powerful psychic, admitted that Darell had a gift that was hard to rival.

Could it be this gift that caused Darell to have such dreams?

Watching Tilda’s reaction, Darell was just as shocked.

So it was true – Tilda knew something.

Silva had been right, and Darell’s instincts had been right too.

He took a deep breath, crushed out his cigarette, and fixed his gaze on her. “Tilda, we need to talk.”

“Mr. Jenson, what’s wrong with you? Can’t you see Tilda doesn’t want to deal with you?” Andy’s voice was calm, even smiling, but his words carried a sharp edge.

“A smart man knows when to step back. Push too far, and you won’t like where it ends.”

The warning was clear.

Andy had heard of the Jensons. Tilda hated them.

And Darell, the famous actor, was easily being recognized.

Without his disguise, Andy recognized him instantly.

What were the odds? To run into him here, of all places, and upset Tilda.

Andy’s blue eyes glinted with a coldness that would make most people freeze.

After all, he wasn’t just a top lawyer. He was also a broker on the dark web, moving between both worlds with ease.

People knew his name across the globe. In some ways, Andy was even more dangerous than Tilda.

Even Darell felt it.

He bit his lip, uneasy, his resolve wavering.

For two weeks he’d been haunted by strange, burning dreams, and he had to know why.

Darell decided he couldn’t back down.

“You must be Andy; I’ve heard of you for a long time. I didn’t expect you to know Tilda.” He hesitated, then turned to Tilda. “Honestly, I wouldn’t dare to cross you. But I do have something to say to Tilda. If what I told you earlier makes you curious, come find me.”

He pulled a keycard from his pocket and slipped it into Tilda’s jacket without giving her a chance to refuse. After that, he walked away without looking back.