Chapter 519 Photoshopped
Kyla insisted to herself.
No way, that’s impossible!
It had to be Photoshopped!
“I think so too. Kyla, you’d better hurry and tell your brothers. Otherwise, things will just blow up bigger and people will misunderstand.”
Right!
When Kyla saw Maisie’s message, she smacked her forehead.
How could she forget something this important?
She had been fretting over how to find an excuse to patch things up with her brothers. Now she finally had the perfect reason.
Ignoring Maisie’s message, she rushed into the bathroom.
Half an hour later, after washing up and putting on makeup, she did not even bother to change her clothes before charging out of her room.
By then, the Jensons were already downstairs, having breakfast and chatting.
Blair, hearing Kyla’s footsteps, turned her head with a gentle smile. “Kyla, you’re up? Why not sleep a little longer? Didn’t you wait for your brothers pretty late last night?”
“No, Mom, I’ve been awake for a while. Waiting is nothing. What matters most is that we stay together.
“By the way, brothers, bad news. When I woke up this morning, a friend sent me a message. Someone Photoshopped pictures of you all on your knees and posted them online. You guys need to be careful! I’m sure it’s some competitor jealous of our family. They are just trying to ruin us with dirty tricks!”
Kyla said it like she was delivering heroic news.
However, Russell only said flatly, “I already know. The company called this morning. We’ve suppressed the heat and sent PR to handle it.”
“Ah… oh.”
Kyla’s face fell.
She thought this info would help her rebuild her relationship with them.
Turns out, they already knew.
So frustrating!
Blair rubbed her temples. “Seriously, we can’t have peace even during the holidays.”
Clearly, she didn’t believe it either.
How could her sons suddenly do all that?
And all seven at once, like some cursed lineup?
No way.
It had to be some rival’s smear tactic against the Jensons.
A fake, through and through.
“Cough, cough!”
Santiago suddenly coughed a few times.
Blair looked at him, worried. “Are you okay, Santiago? Did you catch a cold?”
He lowered his eyes. “Yeah, I got rained on with my brothers last night. Maybe caught a little cold. I already took medicine. Don’t worry, Mom.”
“Still, go get checked at the hospital. It’s the holidays. If a little cold drags on and turns serious, it won’t be good.”
“Okay.”
“Cough, cough!”
This time, Justin and Kayden also coughed a few times.
“You three… Seriously. Where did you even run off to last night? Out so late and still not back—I was worried sick!
“And another thing, you owe Kyla an apology. She stayed up late waiting for you guys!”
When Blair said that, Kyla immediately jumped in, waving her hands.
“Mom, that’s not necessary. I’m their little sister. Waiting for them is only natural. I’ve already received so much love from them. We’re a family, so of course we worry about each other.”
Then she lowered her head, looking pitiful, like she was waiting to be comforted.
Dominic and the others nearly spat out their food in disgust.
How did they not realize before how fake Kyla could act?
No, Darell had already seen through it and even told them.
However, they had been blind, siding with this fake sister, and pushing away their real one—Tilda.
The more they thought about it, the worse they felt. The warmth of eating breakfast together was completely gone.
If only Kyla would get out of the family and vanish from their sight.
They no longer dared to hope for Tilda to come back after all the slander and pain she had endured.
Yet, at the very least, they did not want Kyla—the one who made them sick—hanging around in front of them.
Kyla waited a while, expecting the usual comfort and pampering.
Yet, the apologies never came.
Dominic and the others ignored Blair’s words completely, just kept their heads down and ate.
At that moment, Kyla felt her heart drop with a heavy thud.
As if something inside her cracked open and spilled cold liquid, chilling her veins, freezing her whole body.
It was like being trapped in a dark snowstorm, lost and directionless.
But still…
Even if her brothers were not on their knees, even if the photos were fake…
Their clothes were completely soaked when they came back last night.
It did look a lot like they had been in the rain.
No, impossible.
How could anyone force all seven golden sons of the Jensons to get down on their knees and grovel?