Chapter 678 You Reap What You Sow

“Devin, you’re Jude’s father. Jude has waited so many years for the truth. Are you going to take it to your grave? That’s not fair to him! You can’t just think about your own guilt. You have to remember you’re his father, and Jude needs you to do this!”

Hearing Tilda’s words, Devin seemed moved. He closed his eyes.

He stood up and walked to the window. A gentle breeze blew in, and the sun shone brightly on the winding valley. The wind echoed in the empty valley, as if asking an important person who had long passed away for an answer from far away.

After a while, Devin made up his mind.

“Thank you, Tilda. It was the right decision to tell you the truth.

“You helped me make up my mind. You’re right. Even if my incompetence led to Jude’s terrible past, I still owe him an apology and the truth.

“I should be the one to tell him this. Even if it breaks my promise and sends me to hell, it’s what I must do as a father!”

Otherwise, even if Devin took the secret to his grave, he wouldn’t be able to face Jude’s mother. Heidi would just call Devin a coward for treating the child she gave her life for this way.

A small smile graced Tilda’s lips. “That’s more like it.”

Just then, Father Francis Donovan walked in. He wore simple clothing and a neatly trimmed goatee. His eyes were clear and sharp, carrying the calm wisdom of decades of devotion. Holding a well-worn rosary, he smiled warmly and said, “I hope I’m not disturbing you two.”

Tilda and Devin nodded respectfully to greet him. “Father.”

Francis was a major figure. He graduated in the first class of Bloom University and spent years gaining experience in politics before boldly leaving to ride the wave of the country’s economic boom. With his sharp mind and keen instincts, he built a multibillion-dollar corporate empire–earning a reputation as one of the top figures in the nation at the time.

Later, at the peak of his career when he was famous, he made a shocking decision: he disappeared, gave his money to his family and the country, and came alone to the run-down Serenity Abbey. He used his own strength to build it into the big church it was now, becoming the abbot with the name “Francis.”

He cut off all ties to his past. The man left behind was Francis, who had spent the last 30 years at Serenity Abbey. Now 72, but he looks like a man in his 50s–full of energy and with a mysterious aura. He was revered and respected.

Even Tilda, after hearing his story, greatly admired him. She knew she could never be as decisive as he was, to cut everything off at the peak of his career and live in a church for 30 years.

Francis spoke calmly, “Something happened at Grace Church next door. Tilda. The person involved is connected to you, Tilda. I got the news and thought I had to tell you.”

“It’s Blair, isn’t it?”

Tilda looked calm, not shocked at all.

“It seems you already know. My trip here was for nothing.

“Father, there’s a saying: you reap what you sow. This is the Jensons’ choice. My relationship with them is over, just like you left your old life behind. Whatever happens to them is their own choice, and it has nothing to do with me.”

Facing Tilda’s emotionless tone and calm indifference, Francis held his rosary, shook his head, and turned. “You’re right, Tilda. Everyone’s fate is their own. There’s nothing we can do but accept what’s meant to be.”

Devin lowered his eyes. “Father, words are still so hard to understand. Tilda, aren’t you going to take a look?”

“Devin, do you think I’ll regret it? Or that this has anything to do with me?”

Devin didn’t answer.

His silence said it all.

Tilda didn’t get upset. She smiled faintly. “This is their choice. It has nothing to do with me, and I won’t regret it. As for what happens in the end… time will tell. I don’t need to be there to see it myself.”

After all, the plan had already begun.

The Jensons were completely caught in the web, trapped as prey without even realizing it.

There was no getting out.

Everything was up to Kyla and Tobias.

Tilda’s role was just to show up at the end, at just the right moment.

She would add fuel to the fire and help things along.

All the people who owed her in her past life would finally pay what they owed!

Slosa.

Jenson Group.