Chapter 439 No Second Chances
Kayden was willing to do anything
He never wanted to see his family in pain over Tilda ever again.
“Tilda, us running into each other today it has to be fate Your played Canon on a ridin I tuned myself. It was flawless. That proves something our talents as siblings, they’re unmatched. You’re a once–in–a–century musical genius. I can help you. Tilda. If we work together, you’ll be immortalized. Just like Beethoven. Like Mozart. A hundred years from now, the world’s music history will have your name carved into it. Tilda Jenson. I’ll give you everything to make that happen!
Kayden was desperate. He had no idea what else he could offer her.
All he had left were the skills he’d spent his whole life sharpening, his absolute pitch and ability to compose.
If only Tilda would come back to the Jensons, if she’d give them one last chance to show her the love they should’ve given from the start, then Kayden would dedicate the rest of his life to her
Write music for no one but her.
Even if it killed him. Even if he died unknown, while all the glory went to her. He didn’t care.
As long as she came home.
Faced with his hoarse, near–hysterical pleading. Tilda stayed cold as ice, and she almost laughed.
And in the end, she couldn’t hold it back. A quiet, mocking chuckle slipped out.
“Tilda…
Kayden flinched as he heard the open ridicule in her voice. It cut through him like a blade.
In that moment, he understood. This was her answer.
“Ha… Kayden, oh Kayden. You really are hopeless. Just pathetically naive,” she said, shaking her head.
“First of all, I don’t care about fame. Playing music is just a hobby, something I do when I’m in the mood. If it makes me happy, I’ll play. If it doesn’t, I’ll drop it without a second thought. There is one thing I didn’t expect, though. I didn’t know that random video I posted years ago actually saved Justin’s life.”
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Chapter 430 No Second Chance
She smiled coldly. “Now I just regret not deleting it sooner. If I had, maybe Justin would’v stayed in the dark. Like you said, he would’ve rotted there. Lived a life worse than death
Such cruel words, spoken from Tilda’s lips without a shred of emotion.
Kayden felt like a man walking toward his execution.
Strapped to a cross, flayed alive with red–hot blades, one slice at a time.
It hurt. God, it hurt….
His chest ached.
His head felt like it was being crushed.
Even breathing had become painful.
It was like there were razor blades flowing through his veins, tearing him apart from the inside
out.
Colder than the mountain snow in January, so cold it felt like his bones were about to shatter.
Tilda stared at him in that pitiful state and felt nothing. Not even a flicker of sympathy.
She would never forget how she died in her
er past I
life.
- in.
The ground was hard.
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