The True Heiress Returns (Tilda Jenson) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105 My Sister, Tilda

Andy spoke coldly, “I think I get what the Jensons are trying to do.”

The whole lawsuit blew up because of Wade.

And only he could untangle it.

Everyone was aware. They knew Wade had to handle this carefully to minimize the fallout.

Tilda and Andy guessed instantly.

Facing the crowd packed below and countless cameras, Wade spoke with calm composure

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Light seemed to shine around him, highlighting the sharp features inherited from both Russell and Blair.

Talented beyond his years.

Even as a young man, he carried the aura of someone in high power.

He laid out the entire misunderstanding the cause, the sequence of events–clearly.

He even presented testimony from people at Orica University who knew about it back then.

Everything was logical.

Convincing.

Then, a reporter asked a pointed question.

“Mr. Wade, according to you, this all started as a misunderstanding. Mr. Jenson, out of concern for you, misjudged Ms. Tilda.

“When you met Ms. Tilda, was her fainting caused by breaking your record, making it hard for you to react? Or was there another reason?”

The microphone was handed to Wade.

He met every probing gaze, one by one.

Wade took a slow, steady breath.

“There are two reasons. But the other reason … I can’t say.

“This is mostly my fault. My dad fainted after seeing Tilda, and on top of that, she broke my record. That’s why I felt I had to get answers from her.”

Wade stepped back, mirroring Russell exactly.

In front of countless cameras, he bowed deeply.

“Here, I sincerely apologize to Tilda and to her friend, Una.

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Chapter 105 My Sister, Tilda

“I offered this apology from the start. You didn’t want to accept it.

“So… then, by your terms, in front of the whole nation, I hope this apology is something you can accept!”

Below, cameras clicked, video cameras whirred, and the crowd murmured and shifted.

Wade quietly clenched his fists, pressing his nails into his palms.

He gritted his teeth, letting the pain sharpen his senses and bring back his focus.

This… this should be enough.

It should minimize the harm Tilda caused the Jensons.

I… no, the entire Jensons knew the truth.

I had told a massive lie, but it sounded like the truth.

Just a few details were shifted.

The most terrifying lies in this world aren’t distortions.

They’re the ones that speak the truth–so no one can call you out.

Except that you know.

You know it’s a lie.

It’s the kind of lie that someone with a conscience, morals, education, and a sense of dignity cannot accept.

And it’s the line I myself cannot cross in my heart.

But I know that if I didn’t do this, the Jensons wouldn’t survive this storm.

Tilda.

I’m truly sorry.

I’m sorry…

Even his snacks tasted bland.

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