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.”

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

Oh, the

and blood calling

huh?” Yvan sneered. “Did she send you here

foregone conclusion that Matilda was

truly fit to

sardonic grin. After a pause, he said, “Mr. Boyd. you want me, right? I’ll come

Logan shifted back to that formal address, dropping the endearing ‘dad‘ for

you. In exchange, you stay out of Mommy’s life!”

words from the child’s mouth were like daggers,

not hurt him, but little Logan was enough to leave him bleeding.

as if Yvan himself had failed as

pursing his lips, Yvan asked quietly.

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