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.”

“Mommy and Uncle are working their butts off to get by. Why are you pushing them around? If it’s just for me, please stop this silly

Oh, the irony.

and blood calling his actions silly!

sneered. “Did she send you here to

it was already a foregone conclusion that Matilda

woman truly fit to be a mother?

was a remarkably sardonic grin. After a pause, he said, “Mr. Boyd. you want me, right? I’ll come back to the Boyd family, but

that formal address, dropping the endearing ‘dad‘

go with you. In exchange, you stay out of

from the child’s mouth were like daggers,

hurt him, but little

his eyes was glaring as if Yvan

lips, Yvan asked

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