A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 38

About Matilda?

Glancing around. Yvan decided to simply scoop up Logan.

The little guy was cradled in his arms as he strode into the executive office.

He plopped Logan down on the desk, arched an eyebrow, and flashed a half–smile at him. “What’s up, kiddo? You need something from your old man?”

Logan met his gaze squarely, cutting to the chase. “Did you, by any chance, order the squeeze on my mom that’s got her cornered?”

Yvan’s face froze, caught off guard by the accusatory tone of his own son. A sting of pain. surged in his chest, deepening his voice involuntarily. “Are you here to read me the riot act?”

“No.” Logan murmured lowly, “just to get some justice for my mom.”

“Justice?” Yvan’s laugh was laced with sarcasm. “There’s no such thing as justice in this world, kid. Power and status are everything.”

agree with what you’re doing.” Logan’s voice quivered, his eyes brimming with tears. “Mommy and Uncle are working their butts

Oh,

flesh and blood calling

put you up to this, huh?” Yvan sneered. “Did she send you here to talk

already a foregone conclusion that Matilda was behind Logan’s visit.

such a woman truly fit

face. For a five–year–old, it was a remarkably sardonic grin. After a pause, he

as Logan shifted back to that formal address, dropping the

I’ll go with you. In exchange, you stay out

were like daggers,

hurt him, but little Logan was enough

was glaring as if Yvan himself had failed

his lips, Yvan asked

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