Something seemed to click, and Tilda smirked. So, my piece was stolen and performed right in front of me? Interesting. "I see," Blair said, her smile widening. She looked at Genevieve with genuine admiration. At first glance, Blair couldn't spot a single flaw in Genevieve. Honestly, she thought Genevieve and Justin made a great pair. Both were top-tier pianists with worldwide reputations. They matched perfectly in looks, status, and talent. Of course, it was just their first meeting. Justin hadn't even sorted out his own feelings yet. Blair wasn't planning to play matchmaker. She figured the kids could sort out their own love lives. As long as Genevieve wasn't the type to chase after the Jensons' power or manipulate Justin's feelings, Blair was fine with it. The two of them laughed and chatted as they headed into the restroom. But suddenly, Blair froze. Because she saw Tilda. For a second, Blair thought her eyes were playing tricks. How could it be such a coincidence that she met Tilda here? She blinked, making sure she wasn't imagining it. A rush of emotions hit her—bittersweet, but mostly bitter. Blair had no clue how to face Tilda, so she instinctively looked down. "Mrs. Jenson, are you okay?" Genevieve stepped closer, slipping her hand around Blair's arm, her voice soft and comforting. Whether it was because of Justin, she was smart enough to tell Blair that her impression of her was positive.Running into Tilda in the women's restroom was shocking. But when Genevieve noticed Blair's discomfort, she realized it was her chance to leave an even better impression. "I ... I'm fine ... " Blair didn't even dare meet Tilda's eyes. After all that had happened, she met Tilda again. She'd told herself to be prepared. She'd even stayed home most of the time just to avoid such a situation. But even though she'd promised Russell and Justin she'd toughen up, she couldn't when it came to Tilda. She'd done so many things that had crushed and humiliated Tilda. As Tilda's birth mother, she had just stood by, cold and distant, while Tilda suffered. She had worried more about how Kyla would feel if her real daughter returned to the Jensons. And yet, in the end, it was Tilda who saved Blair, Dominic, and so many others. She prevented an international disaster.Now, Tilda was a world champion, the idol "X" adored by millions. She shone so bright that Blair could barely face her. She always reflected on everything she'd done to Tilda. Tilda glanced at Blair, who seemed completely ridiculous now. Her so-called birth mother, who had caused her so much pain, actually knew what shame felt like. Tilda's eyes landed on Blair for a split second before sliding away. That one glance stabbed into Blair's heart like a needle. Nothing could block the sting. Her whole body shook. Tilda's eyes held no warmth at all. It wasn't just indifference—it was emptiness, like no feelings existed there. It was as if their blood ties had never existed. Tilda wasn't Blair's daughter anymore. She was no longer part of the Jensons.They were further apart than strangers, becoming two lines that would never cross again. Blair's strength left her all at once when she realized that. She almost collapsed, barely able to stay on her feet. Why did it hurt so much? Why did she feel so cold? If Tilda's eyes had carried hate, at least it would have meant she still cared about her family, even a little. But her emotionless eyes, colder than any stranger's, were proof the Jensons had been erased from her heart. That kind of indifference cut deeper than any negative emotion. It was torture. For the first time, Blair truly understood what it meant to feel worse than death. "Ms. Tilda, I know things between you and the Jensons went bad. "I'm not in a position to say much. I don't know the whole story, but Mrs. Jenson looked shaken after seeing you. "I'll take her outside so she can rest."Genevieve put on her nice act, gently tugging Blair toward the chairs outside. "No need. I'm leaving," Tilda replied flatly. She brushed past both of them without looking back.