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.”

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

Oh, the irony.

blood

to this, huh?” Yvan sneered.

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

such a woman truly fit to be

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 in return,

to that formal address, dropping the endearing ‘dad‘ for the

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

mouth were

hurt him, but little

if Yvan himself had failed as

Yvan asked quietly.

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