Chapter 44

So there she was, plopped down in the backseat of the car, and as they pulled away, who should be strolling out from a diner but Matilda and Mason, walking off a hearty meal. They brushed past without a moment’s recognition, but Willow murmured from within her moving cocoon, “That person… She looks a lot like Matilda.

Yvan slammed on the brakes and spun around to ask, “What did you say?”

Willow shook her head, dismissing the possibility. “I thought I saw someone who looked a lot like Matilda on the sidewalk… with Mason Farrell,”

Matilda, with Mason?

Yvan’s mind darkened with thoughts he didn’t voice. He kept driving home. When they arrived, true to his word, he didn’t bother to walk Willow to her door. He strode right inside his house, only to find Willow had the gall to follow him as if she intended to make herself at home.

Yvan was at his wit’s end. Just as he was about to turn around and tell her to get lost, Willow cried out, pointing to the small figure on the couch, “Is… is that your kid?”

Logan looked up, his eyes meeting Willow’s. She let out a shrill, “He looks just like you!”

Yvan was doubly troubled, blocking the doorway to keep her out. “You can go back and report to your grandfather now.”

Yvan…” Willow stood her ground, starting to call out, “Violet, are you there? Violet! It’s Willow, I’ve come to visit!”

practically throbbing; this woman was so

never been this

upstairs arranging flowers, Willow’s screeching summons went unanswered.

hopped off the couch and approached

your daddy’s new

nonsense in front of the kid!” Yvan finally erupted. “Willow,

“Are you saying I have no

do

years ago was

said to Yvan, “Mr. Boyd, your taste has really gone downhill.”

Logan smiled sweetly,

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are you planning to do, standing at our doorstep like this? Trying to force your

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