The True Heiress Returns (Tilda Jenson) novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134 Shattered

Simon stood by the easel, nodding again and again with praise.

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By the time Kyla finished fixing her work, a lifelike snake seemed to crawl right out of the paper.

The girls who had been whispering and mocking her earlier shut their mouths. They couldn’t deny it- Kyla’s skills were amazing.

The drawing was beautiful.

“Thank you, Kyla. Everyone, take a look. Notice how she used soft pencil shading across the whole body of the snake…”

Simon explained the different techniques she had used. Just hearing him talk made it sound impressive.

The way people looked at Kyla started to change.

Whether they pitied her, liked her, or even disliked her, they had to admit one thing–Kyla had real talent.

Her clever composition and strong technique proved she wasn’t ordinary.

Sure, she wasn’t born a Jenson by blood. But she was their chosen daughter, raised in one of the most powerful families in the city, spoiled with money, resources, and endless tutors.

Anyone growing up in that world, surrounded by the best teachers and endless opportunities, could be molded into a top–tier socialite.

Kyla bowed her head humbly, accepting Simon’s compliments.

But from the corner of her eye, she shot Tilda a proud glance.

Tilda, this is what it means to be a Jenson daughter–grace, talent, and class.

Without the Jensons raising her, without the most expensive tutors, without her own talent and effort, she could never have reached this level at her age.

This was her foundation inside the Jensons. This was why her brothers adored her, why her her, why others admired her. She wasn’t some clumsy, fake princess.

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And for a freshman art major to earn such attention from Simon–that was unheard of.

“Now that we’ve gone over Kyla’s composition,” Simon said, “do you all feel you understand more clearly? In a bit, I’ll ask some of you to raise your hands if you want me to analyze your work too.”

He had barely finished when another voice cut in.

“Professor Linscott, I’m done. Could you take a look?”

It was Tilda.

Of course, it was her.

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