A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 10

Gideon’s call came as a lightning bolt from the blue, his voice tense as he explained he hadn’t picked up Logan from preschool. The principal had seen someone take him – and it was undoubtedly Yvan.

Matilda rolled out of bed in a panic, her movements erratic as she yanked open the drawer and shoved the pills, long neglected, down her throat. She gagged, forcing the bitter tablets down her dry throat, then wiped away the tears that had stained her cheeks and stood up with a new

resolve.

Her eyes, tinged with red from crying, blazed with unmistakable hatred. Her hands trembled as she clutched the fabric over her heart.

“It’s okay. Don’t be scared. Yvan, you’ve taken everything from me, and now I’ll fight you with everything I’ve got!” She told herself.

Logan had been whisked away by Yvan at three o’clock, taken directly to the grand Boyd

estate.

Violet, Yvan’s mother, was taken aback the moment she laid eyes on Logan.

The old woman murmured through her tears. “Are you… are you a Boyd?”

Logan remained silent.

Violet’s sadness seemed genuine, but he had no desire to engage.

“Who are your parents?”

identity is of no consequence to you.” Logan’s smile held a precocious edge. “Who

just parked his car, overheard Logan and kicked the door in frustration. “What’s that

simply, “Exactly

Boyds, and didn’t dare to embrace him. She just watched him, asking, “Is your

of the government, so she’s got no worries about food and clothing.”

lifting him.

sneered. “Did Matilda teach you to talk like

That my mom’s been to jail, that she’s a murderer. You said as much yourself in front

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Chapter 10

his chest and set Louan down roughly, his words seething through clenched teeth.

“You may want to use me to threaten my mother, but all it does is make us hate you

that their loathing had seeped

around. Matilda was a nervous wreck, desperate to flee. That’s why she moved from Sea City to Sapphire City five

so infuriated,

“Yvan, please stop breaking

and stormed upstairs.

on the couch, his expression

son, both angry,

the staff to clean up and sat next to Logan, her voice

his head. “No.”

his reddened eyes