Chapter 522 Home

“On the way, we passed an arcade. Rain suddenly said he wanted to play, so Dane and Liam went in with them.”

“I saw you were on the phone. I was worried you wouldn’t find us, so I came to get you. Let’s head over together.”

“Okay.”

When Tilda and the others arrived, Rain was playing a shooting game with Liam, while Dane stood behind watching.

Tilda and Myst walked up to Dane, patting him on the shoulder.

Dane glanced at them and greeted them with his eyes.

Watching Rain and Liam having such a great time, Tilda rubbed her forehead helplessly. “Seriously. Even with disguises, it’s crowded here. You guys should be more careful. If you like this stuff, just tell me. I’ll set up a room for you to play as much as you want.”

Dane sighed. “As long as they’re happy.”

Most of the time, it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing.

If you missed the moment, the mood was gone.

Happiness like this was priceless.

Tilda gave a helpless yet doting smile.

Finally, Rain and Liam worked so well together that they cleared the game with just one coin.

The two high-fived. “See? My combo with Liam is still the best!”

“Alright, we still have to check the supermarket. Let’s see what else we need to buy.”

“Playtime’s over, now it’s chore time.”

“Got it!”

As they stepped out of the arcade, Rain’s phone buzzed.

He glanced at the message, and a cold smile touched his lips.

He quickly walked over to Tilda, lowering his voice.

“News just came in. Daphne left the Bell Residence with her daughter, Rebecca, who had just woken from her coma. Looks like they’re meeting up with Blair and Kyla.”

“You know what to do. I only want Daphne dead.”

Tilda’s tone was calm, like she was talking about the weather – not about taking someone’s life.

She always lived by her rule, fight fire with fire.

Since Daphne had tried to kill her, she could not complain if she ended up dead.

The truth was simple – Daphne was weak, yet picked a fight with someone she couldn’t afford to offend.

If Tilda had not seen her as nothing more than a minor nuisance, she would not have lasted this long.

If she ever forced Tilda’s hand, death would not be merciful.

“I get it. I even sent my most trusted guy this time. No one’s ever going to find a trace.”

Rain pulled the orange lollipop out of his mouth, grinning, clearly waiting for praise.

Tilda reached out, ruffling his hair. “I’m counting on you, Rain.”

Her eyes flashed with killing intent.

Daphne had lived long enough.

Her time was up.

Tilda then pulled out her phone and sent Jude a message.

Tilda texted, “I’m making my move.”

She informed him because, after all, Daphne was technically Jude’s second aunt.

Even though his branch of the family was at odds with hers, Tilda wanted to show him respect.

A minute later, Jude replied with just one word.

“Good.”

Then another message came.

“Someone told me photos of the Jenson brothers kneeling leaked online. Do you care?”

The ones spreading the news were naturally Alfie and Maurice, those two gossip-hungry guys who were always on the front line.

The second the paparazzi posted the pictures online, they had saved screenshots and sent them to Jude, asking if Tilda was in trouble.

Jude trusted Tilda. Since it involved the family she despised, he did not want to pry.

Tilda replied, “Not at all. I’m the one who leaked them. Made a nice chunk of pocket money too, hehe.”

Seeing her response, Jude finally relaxed.

He had been worried the incident might drag her into something messy.

Yet, he knew Tilda – she was strong, capable, and rarely hurt by others.

The only ones who could still wound her were the Jensons.

Not wanting to keep on a topic that might upset her, Jude dropped it. Knowing she was behind it meant everything was fine.

“You with your seniors right now?”

“Yep. What about you? Did you go back to your old family estate?”

Jude replied, “No. I went home.”

Home.

Tilda blinked, slightly caught off guard.

Jude’s home meant the Bells‘ fourth branch.

That’s where his biological father, Devin, lived.

She did not know much about Jude’s family.

Only that his father was still alive, but had collapsed into despair after Jude’s mother died giving birth to him. Since then, he had been indifferent toward Jude.

Later, Jude was taken in by his grandmother. But after she passed, no one could protect him anymore, and Abram threw him into hellish training. He barely survived, but came out of it forged into the Jude of today.