Chapter 1102: Chapter 1102

Chapter 1102:

While the officer spoke, Kamila’s gaze remained fixed on Eileen. When Kamila saw Eileen’s calm look, her emotions began to rise.

“If I had known you were Keith’s daughter at your birth, I would have divorced him! Then, I wouldn’t have spent my life in such folly! My poor son and daughter have endured so much,” Kamila muttered these words through clenched teeth.

“Come with us.” Before Kamila could finish speaking, the officers took her by the arms and led her away.

As the police guided her down the corridor, Kamila spotted Tilda running toward her after hearing the news. “Mom!”

Kamila wanted to say something but eventually said nothing. She straightened her back, turned around, and left.

Though it was only temporary imprisonment, the implications felt definitive.

As Kamila was escorted away, Tilda’s concern peaked, and she hurried to confront Eileen. “You promised we wouldn’t meddle in each other’s affairs, remember?”

Eileen, watching Kamila’s retreating figure, replied, “When have I ever meddled in your matters? It’s clear Kamila is the one who has been pestering me.”

“Nonsense!” Harrell exclaimed, his anger palpable as he approached them. “You set my mother up! You’re responsible for my—”

Tilda grabbed Harrell’s arm, trying to calm him. “Hold on, let’s think this through. Something isn’t right here.”

Harrell wrenched his arm free, his voice raised in frustration. “What’s to think about? You think you’re above us all, huh? Eileen has deceived you! If you had supported Mom and Jaliyah before, none of this would have happened!”

Every story unfolds at gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s．𝓬𝗈𝗺 He lunged forward again but paused abruptly upon noticing Bryan standing protectively beside Eileen.

“This isn’t over,” Harrell said. “I’m going to my father. He’ll see you for what you really are!”

With those words, Harrell spun around and ran off.

“Go check with the police; see what’s happening,” Eileen said to Bryan.

Bryan nodded, casting a brief glance at Tilda, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs, and then made his way back to the station.

Eileen descended the stairs slowly, approaching Tilda. Before she could speak, Tilda blurted out, “My mother can’t be the murderer!”

“I don’t believe that,” Eileen responded calmly. Even though she found Kamila’s arrogance and stubbornness grating, she never considered her malevolent. To Eileen, Kamila could be difficult, but she was not evil.

Relief flickered in Tilda’s eyes. “Really? You think so, too? I also believe you can’t be that cruel. It feels like someone is pulling the strings here.”

“Tell me more about your family,” Eileen said, guiding Tilda to a quieter corner.

Tilda replied, “I spent much of my childhood abroad. Mom would join me for a few months each year. I rarely saw Dad, but we stayed connected by phone. He was always kind and wise—my go-to whenever I faced problems, always ready with comfort and advice. The only strain in our relationship comes from the fact that he doesn’t allow me to date anyone. When he discovered my secret boyfriend, he insisted I return home to marry my current husband.”

Tilda, when speaking of the Aston family, admitted her knowledge of her family was limited due to not growing up at home. She continued, “After my mother realized you were my father’s daughter, she feared you might claim our family’s wealth. She didn’t want the illegitimate daughter to thrive and wanted to push you into backing off. She wasn’t trying to excuse Kamila’s behavior; she just wanted to explain that Kamila aimed to make you leave.”

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