A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 42

Mason couldn’t fathom why he was always the one trying to get Matilda to see sense and move on from Yvan.

But Matilda’s eyes inevitably welled up with tears. “For me, having my child close is all that matters. Without him, what good is all the money in the world?”

Mason looked deep into Matilda’s eyes, “I didn’t say you have to abandon your child, Matilda. You can visit him at the Boyd residence and play with him, but you need to break free from the shackles his presence has on you. You know what I mean, right?”

Matilda’s face registered shock, and as Mason watched her expression shift, he cracked a smile, “There’s the proud Thompson heiress I remember.”

The words ‘Thompson heiress‘ stung Matilda as if a needle had pricked her heart, spreading a fine pain deep inside. She looked at Mason with tearful eyes, and it took her a while to mutter, “Thank you, Mr. Farrell. You always bring me insights that clear the fog.”

He was the one who had said before that some wounds need to be exposed to sunlight.

In a gesture of gratitude, Matilda offered to take Mason out for a meal, to which he readily agreed, “Can I pick somewhere fancy?”

million. Treating you to dinner won’t be an issue.”

enjoy life,” Mason chuckled. He casually pointed to a steakhouse in the mall,

that guy? He’s

familiar, probably rich

coat and heels, seemed a bit underdressed for the chilly season, exuding a cool elegance. Her long, quick strides hinted at a once–dominant demeanor.

entered, the hostess was taken aback by their presence and, after

“No, any table for two will

stature, led them straight to a private room. After setting them up

the menu, remarking with a smile,

steak sauce, chuckled, “Who doesn’t? I remember once, five years ago, I demolished

hand froze on the menu,

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as she nodded, “Each with six prawns.”