Chapter 621 Blair’s Desperation

Russell had already taken enough pain from Tilda.

If Blair suffered the same kind of hurt Russell once did, he feared his wife’s body wouldn’t handle it.

The emotional weight could ruin everything – her health, their plans, all of it.

Blair’s eyes stayed fixed on Tilda, too many questions bottled up inside.

Especially after what happened today – how could she just walk away?

“Wait, honey,” Blair said firmly. “I need to ask Tilda something.”

Russell’s face tightened. “Darling, look at her. Do you really think Tilda will talk calmly with us right now? No matter what you ask, all you’ll get is more harsh words. Don’t do this, okay? Please, just listen to me. Let’s go! We should go home.”

Then Russell barked, his voice nearly a growl, “Justin, quick! Take your mom and get her out of here!”

The sharp command snapped Justin back to his senses.

Justin gritted his teeth, fighting the dark storm inside him. He pushed Blair’s wheelchair, ready to leave.

As long as they didn’t see Tilda – kept far away – the pain wouldn’t come back.

He wouldn’t break down. He couldn’t cause his family more trouble at a turbulent moment like this.

But when Blair saw them trying to pull her away, she steeled herself – and suddenly lunged for the nearest table.

“Blair?!”

“Mom?!”

The move was so sudden no one expected it.

Blair planted her hands on the table and tried to push herself up with all her strength.

Her legs, though, were still weak. She couldn’t hold herself. Her muscles gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.

“Blair!”

“Mom!”

The restaurant erupted into chaos.

Russell hurried over and helped her up. His voice shook. “Blair, why would you do this to yourself? Do you really want to break my heart?”

“I’m sorry, honey. I have to do this. I have to talk to Tilda,” Blair insisted.

“Don’t take me away. If fate put us together, I must speak to her now. Otherwise I won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

“Darling, you…”

Russell’s chest hurt so much he could barely breathe.

He felt helpless and suffered from seeing Blair like this.

Then –

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Suddenly, someone began to applaud.

Tilda walked up with a crooked smile, whistling as she clapped at Russell and Blair.

“How touching. The two of you clowns, putting on a little show right in front of me. You know what? I always thought you two lived in some strange fantasy world, chasing illusions to make up for your emptiness. And now I see I was right.”

Her mocking words cut deep. Both Russell and Blair’s eyes flickered with pain.

Theo stepped forward, his voice sharp. “Mr. and Mrs. Jenson, why put yourselves through this? Tilda doesn’t want to see you. Why refuse to leave and humiliate yourselves? You should leave now. You both have reputations to protect – dragging this out will only make things worse for everyone.”

Astrid quickly stepped forward to help Russell lift Blair from the ground.

“Uncle Russell, Aunt Blair, please go. Don’t trouble Tilda anymore. Leaving her alone is the only way you can show you care. Stop with the guilt trips and tragic displays. Don’t force her hand.”

Astrid hated being caught in the middle. Russell and Blair had treated her well since she was a child.

The sight of the old couple suffering tore at her heart.

But wrong was wrong. No one could forgive for Tilda.

The only choice left was for them to walk away.

“Astrid, I know… I know this makes me look selfish, humiliating, and even pitiful,” Blair said, her voice trembling. She turned back to Tilda. “But Tilda, I need to ask you one thing!”

She clutched her chest as she spoke, eyes full of desperate hope.

“You turned down the chance to become part of Crown Group, didn’t you? Why? Why would you refuse?”

From her view, being adopted by the Lowells and stepping into Crown Group’s power would’ve been nothing but good for Tilda’s future.

Crown Group was stronger than the Jenson Group, and it would have been the perfect revenge.

But Tilda said no.

Blair clung to the thought that maybe, deep down, Tilda still had a tiny space left for the Jensons.

They say the deeper the love, the deeper the hate.

She remembered when Tilda first came back to the family – those feelings of hope, excitement, and even nervous joy weren’t fake. They were real, straight from her heart.

Blair had made plenty of mistakes, but if Tilda still carried even the smallest thread of love, then Blair could hold on to hope.

Maybe she could correct her wrongs and make things right.

But reality crushed that hope like ice water pouring over her head.

“Do I owe you an answer?” Tilda’s eyes were sharp. “Who do you think you are? You’re nothing but a cripple now!”