A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 40

Yvan made his way down the grand staircase of the opulent manor, a mocking smirk playing on

his lips as he faced Matilda. “Matilda, you sure have a high opinion of yourself.”

The servants had all dispersed, leaving only Matilda and Yvan at the entrance, locked in a standoff.

Just a few days ago, Yvan had burst through her doors, and now, Matilda was the one stepping

into his house uninvited.

Violet, upon seeing her, wore a mask of complex and profound emotions–pity, hatred, and sympathy.

To Matilda, the five years she had spent behind bars paled in comparison to the heart–wrenching days since her release that she had to face Yvan.

“So, you’ve set your heart on fighting me for our son?” Tears welled up in Matilda’s eyes, her voice a plaintive cry. “Let’s take this to court! You haven’t shown a shred of care for him in five years–I refuse to believe your lawyer can make you the victor!”

Yvan laughed as if she’d told the funniest joke. “Chase is the sharpest lawyer in all of Ashton City, and you want to talk about

through Matilda’s chest at Yvan’s merciless words. Some lessons in life–like Yvan’s cold–blooded cruelty–had to be learned the hard way,

this time, for Logan, she would

give an ich when it comes to

his composure, he sneered at Matilda. “You think you can die? I thought

piece of

upstairs with the last of her

hearing her voice, dashed out of his room and flung himself into Matilda’s arms,

days. Just stay here and be good for now.” Matilda stroked Logan’s hair, her heart softening yet aching unbearably.

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of affection that

tentatively suggested having someone escort her, but Matilda declined, turning away just as she had five years ago when she

silhouette was unchanged

disappear into the distance,