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!”

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

words. Some lessons in life–like Yvan’s cold–blooded cruelty–had to be learned the hard way, even if she had already experienced them firsthand five

Logan, she would not

a tearful smile, “Yvan, I won’t give

mention of death, Yvan’s pupils involuntarily shrank. Regaining his composure, he sneered at Matilda. “You think you can

born to this piece of

upstairs with the last of

room and flung himself into

stay here and be good for now.” Matilda stroked Logan’s hair, her heart

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such displays of affection that cast

tentatively suggested having someone escort her, but Matilda declined, turning away just as

silhouette was unchanged

her disappear into the distance,