A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 17

Hearing Logan’s words, Yvan couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “What do you mean by that?” Yvan stared intently at his face, “You are my son, through and through. Do I need a paternity test to prove it? Do I need paperwork to take care of my flesh and blood?”

Logan met Yvan’s gaze; the resemblance between father and son was uncanny, like a copy–and–paste job. However, Yvan’s features were more chiseled and refined, while Logan had a softer demeanor, much like that of Matilda.

He spoke softly. “Mr. Boyd, if I recall correctly, you and Mom split up five years ago. And I was born after that divorce, so naturally, Mom’s got custody. If you want a shot at raising me, well, you’ll have to work that out with her.”

Yvan’s pupils shrank as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and he repeated, “What did you say?”

Why was this five–year–old so unnervingly precocious?

Logan just looked at Yvan, seemingly indifferent to his astonishment. His voice softened as he said, “Mr. Boyd, if I weren’t your son… if I were just some kid Mom had with another man, would you still treat me the same?”

Yvan felt a tightness in his chest, an irritation sweeping over him.

he have gone to such lengths to bring this boy home if he wasn’t his son? But the mere thought

as if, in his mind, Matilda was forever his, only ever meant to bear his children. The mere idea of another

laugh, a sound pure and bell–like yet laced with a stinging

we’ve lived these past five years, so I can’t possibly feel close

seemed to pierce through Yvan, who felt as if he’d been shot

five–year–old with such power to wound.

stated, “Mr. Boyd, I am the sole reason my mom keeps fighting in this world. Without me, she’d

Logan, Matilda would

got herself ready at eight in the evening and headed to the address Yvan had given

12:07.

Chapter 17

grand entrance of club Mago.

promptly, “Good