Chapter 561 Kyla’s Breaking Point

“Blair… what the hell am I supposed to do? Things with Kyla can never go back to the way they were, but I can’t tell you the truth either. One day you’ll find out, and when you do, will you be able to accept what kind of person Kyla really is? How can I keep that truth from destroying you?”

Meanwhile, Justin walked Kyla back to her ward. After reminding the nurse to keep an eye on her, he was ready to leave.

Kyla’s voice was soft, pitiful. “Justin, it hurts so much… can you please stay with me a little longer?”

He avoided her gaze. Every time he looked at her, all he could see were the lies she had spun in the past. He couldn’t get past them. “I need to get the doctor, to make sure your wounds are treated.”

“The nurse can do that. There’s a phone here to call the doctor if we need him. Please, Justin. I’m really scared. None of you even came to see me. Tell me the truth. Are you all really thinking about cutting me off, like Tilda said?”

That caught Justin off guard. “Tilda… she told you that?”

Kyla’s heart twisted, and this time she didn’t even need to fake the grief. It poured out of her. “Yeah… so now I’m terrified. What if it’s true?”

“Don’t overthink it. Nobody’s planning to push you away. It’s just—you and Mom got caught up in such a mess, and we haven’t had time to process any of it. Everyone’s still reeling.”

He had barely finished explaining when his phone buzzed.

It was Dominic calling. Justin answered, exchanged a few words, then sighed. “Sorry, Kyla. You’ll need to hang tight for a while. The doctor will be here soon. Dominic needs me. Something urgent came up.”

“What? Justin-”

But before she could stop him, he bolted from the room like he was running for his life.

Left alone, Kyla’s fingers dug into the blanket over her lap.

The nurse in the corner said nothing, though the whole scene left her feeling uneasy.

Sure, Blair had been through a crisis too. But she was awake now, with people crowding around her bedside.

Meanwhile, Kyla was left to sit here by herself.

The nurse thought about speaking up, but this was a wealthy family’s business. One wrong word could ruin her.

“Ms. Kyla, I’ll get a doctor in here to check those wounds. They still need treatment.”

“Fine.”

Her reply was flat. Head bowed, she gave nothing away.

The nurse let out a sigh, quietly shut the door, and left Kyla alone.

The moment the room was silent, Kyla’s nails dug into her palms.

“Perfect. Just perfect. The mighty Jensons really think they can strip me down, humiliate me, and I’ll just take it? Do they really believe I’m that spineless?

“I gave you all chance after chance. Even after Tilda told me the ugly truth, I still held back. But clearly, none of you care about me anymore.

“You turned your back on me first. So don’t blame me for hitting back.”

She needed to plan her next move.

The Jensons knew who she really was now, and they were cutting her out piece by piece.

Kyla could pretty much guess why they hadn’t come to confront her—it had to be because of Blair.

As long as Blair was around, Kyla still had a shield–a bargaining chip that kept the family in check.

She still got to live it up as their precious daughter, bathing in all the wealth and privilege that came with it.

Blair was even willing to sacrifice herself to drive Tilda out.

“Should I come clean, flip the script, and try to win back the Jensons‘ favor? No. Too risky. If Mom found out the truth and turned on me the way the Jensons did, I’d be completely on my own in that house.

“There was no way I could stay with them forever. The trick was to grab whatever I could while I still had the chance.”

Even if they kicked her out, Kyla knew she’d still have the means to run off and live a life of luxury, burning through cash without a care.

The real key was money–enough to secure a lifetime of wealth, cover every surgery and round of upkeep her face would need, and keep her status intact.

By her count, she had to bleed at least a billion out of the Jensons.

Anything less would be a loss.

And there was only one person who could make that happen.

A shadowy figure flickered across her mind.

It had to be him.

Tobias!

But in her current state…

Kyla remembered the way Tobias used to look at her, eyes full of tenderness and longing.

Would he still look at her like that now, knowing her face was ruined?

If his gaze shifted into disgust, she would lose her mind.

And yet, without Tobias’s help, who else could she possibly turn to?