Chapter 526 Stupid Mother
Blair could see something weighing on Kyla’s mind. She spoke, “Sweetheart, what’s bothering you?”
Kyla lingered in silence, her lips parting and closing again before words finally tumbled out, low and uneasy. “Mom, are you really saying you don’t know why Rebecca ended up being hurt by Tilda?”
Blair said, “I swear I don’t know. Daphne never said a word to me. One day Rebecca was fine, and the next she was ruined. If only someone would give me the truth, then I could figure out how to get through to Daphne and make her stop chasing Tilda."
“Kyla, wait. Are you trying to tell me you actually know something?”
The moment the words left her, realization struck her like a cold wave.
“Mom,” Kyla whispered, tears already threatening her eyes. “I’ve been torn apart, wondering if I should tell you. But I can see it now. Daphne has already made up her mind. She’s going after Tilda. No one else can pull her back. The only person she’ll listen to is you.”
Her voice cracked, and the truth spilled out in sobs. “Tilda filmed a shameful video of Rebecca.”
Kyla’s chest heaved as she broke down further.
“It was me. All of it is my fault. Rebecca stepped up to protect me, and that’s how she crossed Tilda. If I wasn’t cursed, if I didn’t bring such rotten luck, none of this would have happened.”
Tears streamed down her face as she trembled. “Rebecca and Preston wouldn’t be suffering like this. I hate myself for it. I should have never come to this family. All I’ve ever done is bring pain to the people who cared about me.”
Blair said, “Don’t say that, Kyla. Don’t blame yourself. My God, how could Tilda be so vile to Rebecca? How could anyone sink that low?”
Her hands quivered violently. Tilda had gone far past the line of decency.
No wonder Daphne carried a rage so hot she was ready to spill blood.
Because of that vile recording, Rebecca had been stripped of her dignity. Months trapped in a coma, her fingers lost, and now she was being forced to leave the country for good. She could never come back to Slosa again.
It was a revenge so monstrous it made Blair’s stomach turn.
But now she had to act. She had to find some way to keep Daphne from making the same mistake, from killing Tilda in her blind fury.
Her thoughts raced. Maybe she needed to sit down with Russell, weigh what to do next.
But before she could even settle on an answer, the world around her shattered.
A deafening crack tore through the air like a gunshot.
Blair did not even manage to respond to the incoming disaster.
A huge chunk of ceiling was breaking loose, plummeting straight toward Kyla.
Her body moved before her mind could catch up. That deep instinct, the raw drive of a mother, consumed her.
“Kyla, move!” Blair’s voice ripped out in desperation.
She lunged forward, shoving her daughter aside.
Kyla barely had time to register what was happening when pain sliced across her face like a knife.
Her scream ripped through the chaos. Blair’s voice joined hers, both women crying out in unbearable agony.
The room erupted, confusion and panic twisting everything into madness.
Across town, Tilda and her crew carried their bags from the supermarket, laughter and chatter trailing behind them.
Rain’s phone rang, breaking the moment.
He pressed it to his ear, listened for a beat, then a sharp grin cut across his face.
He turned toward Tilda, flashing her a quick sign with his hand.
“It’s done, Tilda.”
Tilda said, “Good. Send me the details. I’ve got something else to handle. You guys head home first. Put up the decorations, get everything ready, and wait for me.”
There was no way she would miss this show.
Mystro frowned, suspicion already burning in his chest. “Tilda, what’s the deal? What were you whispering about with Rain? Don’t play games with us. We deserve to know too.”
He had seen the quiet plotting between her and Rain, the way they kept the others in the dark.
His patience snapped.
“Come on, don’t leave us out of this.”
Dane and Liam stood frozen, staring at Tilda with desperate, pleading eyes. They hated being shut out.
Tilda said, “I asked Rain to help me deal with someone. There’s something I need to check for myself. You three go on ahead. I’ll catch up soon.”
With a wave, she turned and slipped away, vanishing into the street like a shadow swallowed by the wind.
The brothers were left stunned, wide-eyed, before every gaze snapped to Rain.
Rain chuckled, his grin spreading with mischief. “Don’t even try. She told me not to tell you. This is between me and her.”
He strolled off, one hand jammed in his pocket, flip-flops slapping against the ground.
“Goddammit!”
The three brothers cursed under their breath.
She trusted Rain, not them. That stung deeper than a blade.
At the Jenson home, calm finally returned after Kyla left with Blair.
They heaved a sigh of relief.
The heavy air that had weighed down the family lifted at last.
Russell sat with his seven sons in the living room, the glow of the television flickering across their faces.
For the first time in weeks, the house felt lighthearted.
Howard shifted restlessly before breaking the silence.
“Dad, are you sure letting Mom take Kyla with her was smart? Sooner or later, she’s going to figure out who Kyla really is. And when she does, Mom will be the one left broken.”
Russell let out a weary sigh, his shoulders slumping.
“What was I supposed to do? Tell Blair she couldn’t go? Daphne invited her out for skincare, Rebecca went too, and they both asked for Kyla to come. What choice did I have?”