Chapter 52 Nothing Good Ever Comes Out of It

Even though Russell and Blaire were middle-aged now, the heat between them hadn’t cooled at all. Their love had only gotten stronger, deeper, richer—so strong it made other people jealous just from watching.

Blaire pushed open the door. “Honey, give me a hug!”

“Hug? Forget the hug! Something’s happened! The court just sent this–Tilda is suing you!”

“What did you just say?!”

Russell’s gentle smile froze on his face. For a second, he thought he had heard wrongly, but when he yanked the subpoena from Blair’s hand and read it, his fists clenched so hard that the thick paper crumpled into a ball.

“Damn that girl!” That ungrateful daughter—how dare she sue me! She actually wants me to apologize?! If Tilda had no shame, Russell still had his pride. And if the news of the Jensons’ long-lost daughter of 19 years suing Russell got out, the family’s reputation would be ruined. The Jensons would never be able to show their faces in Slosa society again. How dare she! If it weren’t for me, Tilda wouldn’t even be alive. This is the worst betrayal—she’s biting the hand that fed her.

“Honey, look again—check who’s representing Tilda!"

“It’s Andy Saville, the famous lawyer from ND Law Firm in Jeselton!”

“What?”

Even Russell had heard of Andy. He froze, then quickly uncrumpled the paper to check again. It was true—Andy himself. “When did Tilda ever get connected to Andy? How could she possibly convince him to take her case?”

Andy was a top lawyer, his schedule packed for years in advance. You couldn’t just hire him with money and power—you needed serious connections. There was even a story about a long-shot chairman offering the man 100 million to handle his case. Andy rejected him flat and told him to wait in line like everyone else.

At that moment, Russell and Blair finally realized that they didn’t know this “biological daughter” of theirs at all—not even a little.

Meanwhile, at Orica University.

Even though Tilda had passed Shaun’s brutal exam and didn’t have to attend his class anymore, she still had other required and elective courses. She had just finished one class and was heading to the cafeteria with Una when she overheard her classmates talking.

“Wade took leave today. He didn’t show up for classes.”

“So the rumor yesterday must be true, huh? That he suddenly collapsed…”

“Yeah, Clive found him first and rushed him to the infirmary. His family even came.”

“Guess losing his glory to his sister was too much for Wade. He’s always been so proud.”

“But doesn’t that make things awkward for Tilda in the Jensons? She just got brought back and doesn’t have a bond with them yet, and now she crushed Wade too…”

“I saw Kyla at school today. A huge, muscle guy dropped her off. I’m pretty sure it was her brother, Howard. Didn’t see Tilda anywhere, though.”

Yesterday’s cafeteria drama had already been buried. With Howard and the Jensons putting heavy pressure on everyone, no student dared to mention it. So, the truth—that Tilda had already cut ties with the Jensons—never spread widely.

“Hey, stop talking, Tilda’s right here.”

As soon as someone spotted her, they ducked their head and hurried away. Tilda’s eyes narrowed, sharp with mockery. “Pathetic excuse for a man.”

Just because he lost once, Wade is falling apart, and everyone’s talking about it. And this is supposed to be my brother? The same brother who once pushed me so hard and drove me into depression, to the point of considering suicide? The more she had admired him before, the more disgusted she felt now.

“Come on, Tilda, forget about the Jensons. Every time you deal with them, you get upset. Nothing good ever comes out of it. Let’s move before the limited-edition hot dogs sell out.”

When they reached the cafeteria, Tilda and Una got in line. That was when someone spotted her and walked right up.

“Tilda.”

It was Kyla. Her fragile face tilted upward, her eyes shimmering like she was about to cry. Her body swayed slightly, every move designed to tug at people’s hearts. She was dressed in the latest limited-edition designer clothes, her whole look dripping with rich-girl glamour. These weren’t outfits you could just buy with money. They needed early reservations and close ties with the brand.

For the Jensons, that was nothing. Big-name labels practically begged to send them free collections, desperate to please. They would seize any chance to hand over their newest exclusives. Kyla didn’t have to lift a finger.

Every season, the Jensons made sure she was fully stocked—clothes, purses, shoes—all top-of-the-line exclusives arranged in advance. Russell, Blair, and each of her seven brothers would send her gifts one after another. From childhood till now, Kyla had grown up buried in luxury goods—so many that they could fill an entire house.