The True Heiress Returns (Tilda Jenson) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Lost in Hell

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“I wouldn’t listen! Every single year, I spent endless time, money, and energy searching for you because I wanted to make things right, because I refused to give up even the smallest bit of hope! That’s what being a mother means! You were part of me, carried inside me for nine long months!

“But was I wrong? Was it all a mistake? How could you turn out like this? I never dreamed … I brought an enemy into my own home!”

Blair’s voice was rough, desperate, breaking through the air.

Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with tears she refused to let fall.

This wasn’t an act to get sympathy.

Even as she spoke, a cold dread spread through her chest.

Why?

Why is my daughter–the one I’d searched for, the one I’d lost for 19 years–now stabbing my heart and dragging the Jenson name through the mud?

Why would fate play such a cruel, twisted joke on me?

If everything collapses the way I fear, it will be because of her.

She herself set the stage.

She will become the Jensons‘ biggest enemy.

Andy stopped walking.

His brows knit together slightly.

He glanced sideways at Tilda, uneasy.

He didn’t know the full story between her and the Jensons, but the way Tilda brushed it off so casually made one thing clear: Blair’s perfect, sugar–coated version of the family wasn’t real.

The Jensons hadn’t given Tilda love. They’d given her betrayal so raw that it made her see through the lie of “family.” She had left, and she had thrived without them.

Her words now feel like emotional blackmail.

But still… she’s Tilda’s biological mother.

Wouldn’t words that harsh sting, even just a little?

Tilda seemed to notice Andy’s worried gaze.

She tilted her head and gave him a small, quick smile.

A silent message, telling him she was fine.

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Chapter 63 Lost in Hell

Because to her, this kind of humiliation wasn’t new.

She’d already survived worse, wounds ten times deeper.

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Like when Wade humiliated her and forced her to cut off her beloved long hair, then turned around and praised Kyla’s flowing locks right in front of her.

He crushed her small, fragile hunger for affection under his heel.

That was only a drizzle in the storm the Jensons had poured on her.

Tilda turned to Blair, her eyes cutting cold and sharp.

“But… I gave you a home, didn’t I? I gave you family, I gave you love–aren’t those the things you wanted all along?”

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