Chapter 91: He Looked Happy

“As long as you live your own life and remember the skills I passed on, our bond won’t ever break.”

“Yeah… But now that you’re back, Master, I don’t have to just remember. I can feel you right here, on the other side of this chat box, with me.”

Tilda felt a surge of emotions.

She had walked away from the net in her previous life and never contacted this student again.

But in this reborn life, she had returned, and with her return came pieces of herself she thought were gone forever—friendships, connections, the light she’d once lost.

She and DJ talked for half an hour.

“Sorry, Master. I’ve got to board a plane back to Cetherland. Something urgent came up at home.”

“Go on then. Be safe. We’ll have plenty of time to talk later… Yes, Master.”

Later.

There’ll be plenty of chances later.

For DJ, that was enough.

His Master was back.

And this time, she wasn’t leaving.

Yvoria, a private airstrip.

Dominic’s assistant, Matthew Carter, stood at his side. Impeccable suit, gold-rimmed glasses, hair slicked back to perfection. Every inch of him screamed discipline and efficiency. He spoke politely, “Mr. Jenson, the plane is ready.”

“I know.”

Dominic shut his phone, rose, and strode toward the jet with long, measured steps.

Matthew froze.

What he caught out of the corner of his eye….

Is it just a trick of the light?

Dominic had just finalized negotiations in Lucien, securing a deal worth billions.

After hearing what happened back home, his face had been blank, his entire body radiating a cold, dangerous air.

No one dared get close, afraid of provoking the lion and being ripped apart.

But…

While waiting for the plane, Dominic had been holding his phone, chatting with someone.

And he looked… happy.

Just now… he seemed to have smiled.

Matthew couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Dominic smile like that in public, with no family around.

It was like he had recovered a treasure he thought he’d lost forever.

That night, Tilda slept peacefully.

The Jenson family, on the other hand, didn’t sleep at all.

At breakfast, the air was heavy and suffocating.

Russell, Blair, and Howard all had dark circles under their eyes.

Kyla and Wade didn’t look any better.

Everyone knew tomorrow was the day of the trial.

The Jensons hadn’t even managed to find a decent lawyer.

Andy had driven them all away.

Their attempt to bribe him had backfired, leaving them humiliated, forced to apologize to Tilda, and toyed with in her palm.

Never had they been so disgraced.

And they couldn’t think of a single way to strike back.

Kyla bit into her toast, but when she saw no one speaking, her lip trembled. Her nose stung, and tears rolled down her cheeks like broken pearls, spilling uncontrollably.

No matter how hard she tried to hold it back, her shoulders shook.

“Kyla, what’s wrong?”

Howard, sitting closest, was the first to notice.

Every gaze in the room snapped to her.

“I’m sorry, Howard, Dad, Mom, Wade… this is all my fault.

“If I had never come into the Jenson family, Tilda wouldn’t have hated me, and none of this would have happened.

“If I just left—or disappeared—it would all be better. I feel so guilty, it hurts so much, because you’ve given me 18 years of love, warmth, and comfort.

“But my existence has only brought trouble to this family, made Dad and Mom suffer like this…”

Her voice trailed off.

She covered her face, gritted her teeth, and sobbed silently.

Her whole body radiated grief, guilt, and self-blame.

Howard’s heart nearly broke.

He quickly patted her head, trying to calm her.

“Kyla, don’t think like that! None of this is your fault! It’s all Tilda’s fault!

“If she weren’t so cruel, if she could accept you as a sister, none of this would have happened.

“You don’t need to take on even a shred of responsibility for this!”

Russell spoke then, too, “Yes, Kyla. This whole thing started because of me. If anyone is to blame, it’s me. You don’t need to carry this.”

Kyla jerked her head up like a startled rabbit, shaking it wildly. “Dad, please don’t say that. If you say that… I’ll only feel even more guilty.”

“Enough. We’re a family. What’s done is done. Stop pushing the blame around. What matters now is finding a solution.”

Blair finally spoke, her voice calm, her eyes soft with pity as she looked at Kyla.

She turned to Wade.

“It’s almost time for school. Take Kyla and go.

“Leave this matter to your father and me. We’ll find a way to handle it.”

“Mom…”