A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 49

“No! Mr. Boyd, I understand!” Evie stumbled down the stairs, leaving Yvan’s house with a wild thought racing through her mind. She needed to cool off.

After Evie left, Logan glanced at Yvan and asked casually, “Is she the one you brought home last night?”

Yvan remained silent.

Logan chuckled, although his laughter seemed to sting. “Well, Mr. Boyd, you have your freedoms. I won’t pry. But she doesn’t even hold a candle to that lady who came knocking some time back.”

“Logan, do you think because you’re my son, I won’t do anything to you?”

For the first time, Logan felt a shiver run through his small frame under Yvan’s icy tone, and he stammered, “I understand, Mr. Boyd.”

Logan’s voice was more distant than before.

tongue. Logan took the cue and left the

the boy was gone, Yvan’s face fell, and he dialed a number, “Carl? It’s me. Check

returned to her studio the next day, dusted off the sparse layers of neglect. and settled back in front of her computer. Even though Yvan had given her five million, she wasn’t about to fall into decadence; she’d just had a rough day and ended up at a bar, where

the

she had brushed shoulders with the equally prestigious Simpson family and had met the

lounging in her office chair,

since they last

Yvan, even toasting to them at their wedding. Now that the flames of love had turned to ash, Willow

confidently, smiling. “Do I

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the smile. “No need, Miss Willow Simpson.

my pleasure,” Willow said as she took a seat across Matilda, getting straight to the point, “No beating around the bush–I’m here to

raised