Chapter 58: A Video
Kyla hadn’t expected Tilda to play this card right now!
Russell went completely quiet.
It was true. Back when he first found out the editor-in-chief and the others had lied and smeared Tilda, his first thought had been Kyla.
Because when Tilda got slandered, pushed away from the Jensons, and even forced to leave, Kyla had suddenly become the only precious heiress of the Jensons.
She was the one who would gain the most.
Russell had said he would look into it, but he never really dug deep. He didn’t want to burst the fragile bubble.
Because if the truth came out, if Kyla really had planned everything…
Russell didn’t dare think about it.
The daughter he had spoiled all her life, the one he loved most – what kind of person would that make her?
Maybe, just maybe, Russell had never seen Kyla’s real face at all.
“Heh, so you really didn’t check, huh? Russell, everything you say is just nonsense. And you still call yourself my father? Don’t kid yourself.”
Tilda’s mockery was cruel. She had already given up hope for him.
In Russell’s eyes, whatever Kyla did was always right. Whatever Tilda did was always wrong.
Every time something involved Kyla, Russell lost all judgment and blindly protected her.
And countless times, just to shield Kyla, he had thrown Tilda under the bus and made her the scapegoat, leaving her to be cursed, hated, and hurt in every way.
“I …”
Russell had no words. Tilda’s sharp words had him trapped.
The day she cut ties with the Jensons, Russell hadn’t checked further.
It was partly because he was angry at her and thought it was useless, and partly because he was scared of the truth he didn’t want to face.
“Tilda, you think a few words are enough to blame Kyla? To make us believe it’s all her fault? Where’s your proof?”
“Without proof, all you have are guesses!”
Howard, with his military and legal training, immediately pointed out the gap in Tilda’s words.
“Tilda, I know you hate me. I’ve always known. But listen. I’ll leave the Jensons and stay far away, as long as you come home. Just don’t hate me."
“I’m hurting so much, and I’m scared. I’d rather die than let you misunderstand me!”
Kyla cried until her voice broke. Every word was shredded by sobs.
Then the tears came in a flood – ugly, uncontrollable. No one could stop her.
Watching her like that, Russell’s heart ached.
Any doubt he had vanished, replaced with raw love and concern.
“Tilda, I’ve been looking into this all along. I just needed more time. And I know without a doubt that Kyla had nothing to do with it!”
“Kyla is kind, pure, and sincere. She’s the daughter we’ve raised since childhood. We know her heart better than anyone.”
“Don’t think you can use these tricks to drive a wedge between us Jensons!”
Tilda’s lips curved into a bitter, mocking smile.
Of course. In the Jensons’ eyes, Kyla has always been the sweet, innocent one.
Meanwhile, I’m the demon, the one who doesn’t deserve to breathe or deserve to be a Jenson.
If Russell really wanted to investigate, with his power, he could have found the truth long ago.
The editor-in-chief hasn’t even left Slosa–he’s just taken a leave. One scare from Russell, and he would have cracked.
Kyla can’t make magic. She can’t make him vanish.
The truth is simple.
Russell doesn’t want to investigate.
Or worse, even if the truth pointed to Kyla, he’d make ten thousand excuses to convince himself it was false.
He’d say it was my scheme, a setup, a trick to frame Kyla.
In the end, it’s always the same: It’s my fault I’m not loved, and he’ll always be biased toward the daughter he loves.
My mistakes are real and punishable.
But Kyla’s mistakes? He’d say it’s made up or someone else’s fault.
Kyla isn’t even blood, but in the Jensons’ hearts, she’s the daughter they raised, their treasure, the little sister they adore.
I’m the biological daughter, but I was gone for 19 years. Now that I’m back, I’m as close to them as a stranger is.
I guess that means I’m destined to be trampled by the Jensons while Kyla gets cherished like a princess – pampered, loved, and spoiled.
Tilda was left in the corner, watching the family warmth she could never have from a distance.
Every glance cut her like a knife.
“Russell, you can say whatever to help you sleep at night."
“But there’s one thing I can prove. You accused me, but I have proof."
Tilda flipped her phone.
She hit play, and everyone gasped.
It was a video.
It showed Kyla suddenly throwing herself at Tilda. Tilda didn’t even touch her – yet Kyla flew back as if something invisible hit her, sprawling and crashing hard to the ground.