Chapter 43 Not My Problem By now , it was pointless for Una to regret not stopping Tilda from going back to the Jensons . All she wanted was to grab Tilda's hand tight and keep her far , far away from them . " Don't worry , Una . I'm not hurting . My head's clear . I saw through the Jensons ' real faces a long time ago . " This isn't about family ties - it's about you . If I can't even protect my best friend , who got dragged into this mess and hurt because of me , then honestly , I might as well be dead . " This second chance at life , the one God gave me , isn't for me to keep hiding like a coward , dodging the Jensons , and taking hit after hit, pretending like an ostrich with its head in the sand . No. It's for me to rise , to shine , to carve a marvelous path for myself , to live wild and free , and to never again let anyone chain me down . If the Jensons push me too far , I'll crush them without a second thought . I don't care anymore . I refuse to let my heart ache again for that so - called family . Seeing Tilda's fierce determination and that untouchable look in her eyes , Una stayed quiet . She had promised before that no matter what , she would always stand with Tilda , strong and steady . That promise held yesterday , today , and tomorrow . So , she didn't stop her . Warmth filled Una's chest instead . Thank you , Tilda . Meeting you and becoming your best friend is the best thing that's ever happened to me ... Russell had stormed out , leaving behind a giant mess only Howard could clean . Howard might've been a fighter , but in his bones , he carried the Jensons ' kind of polish - he had been raised rich and trained by high society . Cleaning up disasters like this was second nature for him . He was almost 6'3 " , with muscles built like stone , chest like armor , abs cut into eight hard ridges , skin a warm bronze from the sun , and eyes burning hot like fire , sharp enough to slice anyone down . Even dressed , Howard's presence screamed danger . His aura was so heavy that no one dared step up against him . Once he explained who he was and why he was here , the security guards fell in line immediately . They started taking phones , deleting photos and videos of every student . Didn't want to hand it over ? Claimed you didn't record anything? Refused ? Fine The Jensons weren't just donors of Orica University - they were untouchable in Slosa . If something leaked out and you were the one who did it , you wouldn't just be in trouble . You'd be ruined . A lawsuit would be the lightest punishment . After that ? Crushing fines , expulsion , and a lifetime where no company would ever hire you Who would risk that ? No one . Not a single student dared go against the Jensons b D Chapter 43 Not My Problem They were Slosa's top family . Finished Even the rich kids standing there knew - if their families found out they picked a fight with the Jensons , they'd be thrown out on the street that same night . Nobody wanted that . So everyone obediently wiped their phones clean and swore the cafeteria scene would never leave their mouths . Once Howard made sure every student's phone was cleared , he ordered the guards to erase the surveillance footage too . Only after covering Russell's tracks did Howard finally let his complicated gaze fall on Tilda . Tilda hadn't left . She was busy on her phone , fingers flying . When she noticed his stare , she slid her phone away and flashed a cold , sharp smile . " Classic Jenson move . You screw up , then force everyone into silence . You delete evidence and cover it up , all so nothing ugly leaks and ruins that shiny Jenson reputation . " It's fucking disgusting ! " What , now ? You gonna search my phone next ? " " No need . " Howard had already checked every other student's phone . Nobody had sent anything out .. Nobody even had Tilda's number or contact info . And during the fight with Russell , neither she nor Russell had pulled out a phone to record . Now all the evidence was gone , the cameras erased ... Tilda raised her brows . The old Howard would've already blown up , demanding to search my phone , tearing through my stuff with brute force - just like at the Porsche dealership , when he called me a thief and dragged me to the police station . To Howard , I'm nothing but a stain , a curse that threatens the place of Kyla , the sister he truly cares about . He wants me gone , erased , and destroyed . So what's up today ? Why isn't Howard doing the same thing now ? He actually seems toned down . But whatever . Not my problem . Even if Howard tried to check my phone , I'm ready . He wouldn't have found a single thing . Howard sucked in a long , heavy breath . " Wh - what exactly are you trying to do ? " Una hated Howard with her whole being . This was the same man who had one teamed up with Kyla at that dealership to frame Tilda , humiliating her and tearing her down 2/3 Chapter 43 Not My Problem Finished And now , seeing him here , Una's eyes narrowed , sharp and fierce , as she stepped forward with her arms spread wide , shielding Tilda .