The True Heiress Returns (Tilda Jenson) novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146 Foolish Hope

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She let the light rain fall on her face, each drop cold, but it helped clear her head, chasing away the buzz from the alcohol.

She didn’t even glance at the neon lights glowing around her.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed behind her.

“Tilda, wait up!”

It was Dominic’s voice.

Tilda’s whole body tensed.

She stopped in her tracks, a wave of deep, gut–level disgust surging through her.

Slowly, she turned around, seeing Dominic standing there in the rain, his face pale, struggling to catch his breath, like he was running a fever.

She didn’t say a word.

Her hands stayed tucked in the pockets of her trench coat, her eyes cold as ice, mocking, full of hate, locked onto Dominic.

Under that stare, Dominic felt stripped bare, like a criminal about to be executed–nowhere to run, nothing left to hide.

Just that look was enough to break him down, all his defenses crumbling.

Gone was the old hatred and anger he used to throw back at Tilda.

“Tilda… can we talk?

“I have so much I need to say to you, please, can we just talk?”

Dominic didn’t want to live the rest of his life drowning in this pain.

The only way out was to lay everything on the table with Tilda.

Maybe then he could finally breathe again–even if things couldn’t go back to how they were, at least he might find a little peace.

Honestly, Tilda couldn’t believe Dominic had the nerve to ask for a heart–to–heart.

She couldn’t help herself–she burst out laughing, so hard that tears came to her eyes.

She almost never lost control like this.

Every time I get a laugh like this, it’s because of the Jensons.

Why are you people such natural comedians?

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Chapter 146 Foolish Hope

You’re like a clown with maxed–out performance skills.

Her voice stabbed at Dominic’s chest.

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He stood there, like a kid being punished for messing up, not daring to say a word, letting his fear and guilt stab through him like invisible arrows.

In a way, that’s exactly what they were now.

Tilda was the mentor, Dominic the apprentice.

When the mentor mocked you, all you could do was take it.

No exceptions.

“Dominic, do you even deserve it? Deserve anything?

“You want to talk to me? What’s left for us to talk about?

That way, maybe I can live a little better.

Even if it’s just a little.

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