The True Heiress Returns (Tilda Jenson) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43 Not My Problem

By now, it was pointless for Una to regret not stopping Tilda from going back to the Jensons.

All she wanted was to grab Tilda’s hand tight and keep her far, far away from them.

“Don’t worry, Una. I’m not hurting. My head’s clear. I saw through the Jensons‘ real faces a long time ago.

“This isn’t about family ties–it’s about you. If I can’t even protect my best friend, who got dragged into this mess and hurt because of me, then honestly, I might as well be dead.”

This second chance at life, the one God gave me, isn’t for me to keep hiding like a coward, dodging the Jensons, and taking hit after hit, pretending like an ostrich with its head in the sand.

No. It’s for me to rise, to shine, to carve a marvelous path for myself, to live wild and free, and to never again let anyone chain me down.

If the Jensons push me too far, I’ll crush them without a second thought.

I don’t care anymore. I refuse to let my heart ache again for that so–called family.

Seeing Tilda’s fierce determination and that untouchable look in her eyes, Una stayed quiet.

She had promised before that no matter what, she would always stand with Tilda, strong and steady.

That promise held yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

So, she didn’t stop her.

Warmth filled Una’s chest instead.

Thank you, Tilda.

Meeting you and becoming your best friend is the best thing that’s ever happened to me…

Russell had stormed out, leaving behind a giant mess only Howard could clean.

Howard might’ve been a fighter, but in his bones, he carried the Jensons‘ kind of polish–he had been raised rich and trained by high society.

Cleaning up disasters like this was second nature for him.

He was almost 6’3“, with muscles built like stone, chest like armor, abs cut into eight hard ridges, skin a warm bronze from the sun, and eyes burning hot like fire, sharp enough to slice anyone down.

Even dressed, Howard’s presence screamed danger. His aura was so heavy that no one dared step up against him.

Once he explained who he was and why he was here, the security guards fell in line immediately.

They started taking phones, deleting photos and videos of every student.

Didn’t want to hand it over? Claimed you didn’t record anything? Refused?

Fine

The Jensons weren’t just donors of Orica University–they were untouchable in Slosa.

If something leaked out and you were the one who did it, you wouldn’t just be in trouble. You’d be ruined.

A lawsuit would be the lightest punishment. After that? Crushing fines, expulsion, and a lifetime where no company would ever hire you

Who would risk that? No one.

Not a single student dared go against the Jensons

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Chapter 43 Not My Problem

They were Slosa’s top family.

Finished

The old Howard would’ve already blown up, demanding to search my phone, tearing through my stuff with brute force–just like at the Porsche dealership, when he called me a thief and dragged me to the police station.

To Howard, I’m nothing but a stain, a curse that threatens the place of Kyla, the sister he truly cares about.

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