Out Of The Shadows Tilda’s Brilliant Second Life novel Chapter 513

er 513 Seven Figures in the Rain

Even with the charm Zorana gave him, Darell was only able to sleep without those strange dreams haunting him.

But ever since he learned how much the Jensons owed Tilda, and how much she had given to them in return, his heart had been heavy and joyless.

His sharp instincts told him the charm would not hold forever.

One day, the dreams would surely come back–whether they were premonitions or something else entirely.

Thud!

Before Darell could think further, Justin suddenly dropped to his knees.

“Justin?”

“Truth is … Tilda once saved my life, and I never repaid her. Worse, I even mistook someone else as my savior. That’s my sin. If staying here like this can ease even a bit of the weight on my chest, then it’s a blessing from above.”

Hearing Justin’s self–mocking words, Kayden stayed silent for a moment, then also sank to his knees.

“Heh, back then, I even accused Tilda of being a thief. I said a lot of cruel things to her just to protect Kyla. If I can’t even face my mistakes like a man, what right do I have to call myself one?”

Then, Howard also got down on his knees.

Santiago blinked.

“What the heck?”

Five of the seven were on the ground now.

He turned to Darell with a look of last hope.

However, Darell pressed his lips together and lowered himself too.

That hope was shattered.

Even Darell–who never carried much guilt–was on his knees.

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If Santiago kept standing, he would look out of place.

“Ugh, I don’t get you guys at all. Why humiliate yourselves like this?! But fine, since you’re all down there, I won’t act like I’m above you. I’ll get down too!”

He tried to pass it off casually, but the truth was, he too had long felt Tilda’s weight on his heart.

He had to pretend otherwise, because if he admitted it, life would become as painful as it was for his brothers.

That cold, rainy night, the seven sons of the Jensons stayed on their knees outside Tilda’s apartment.

No one noticed them.

If someone had snapped a photo, it would have exploded across headlines by morning.

The top family of Slosa–the Jensons–seven extraordinary heirs, each admired, envied, or secretly loved by countless people, were on their knees in the freezing rain like men possessed.

It was as if they were begging for a light that might never come, one that could brighten their dark, inescapable world.

Just then, Rain–who had lost a card game–came downstairs with the trash.

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