Chapter 51

Logan was Matilda’s only Achilles‘ heel.

Her eyes pinned Willow with a ferocity that seemed to pierce through her smug grin. It was like looking directly at the sun–blinding and unbearable.

How was her son faring at the Boyd family?

Swallowing her trembling voice, Matilda mustered a cold facade. “Are you done? If so, please leave. The studio doesn’t have the luxury of entertaining people who have nothing better to

do.”

People who have nothing better to do?

Willow almost erupted again, but Matilda’s defeated stance delighted her. With a smug curl of her lips, she strutted out of the studio like a victor leaving the battlefield while Matilda’s gaze followed her, icy and lingering–her eyes at that moment as fierce as Yvan’s had ever been.

a stone in the ocean, and not a single

away on business, and their

the end?

No…

the crisscrossed scars and the stub of her little finger a constant

of her past haunted her, a

hand could no longer bear weight; even making a fist was a struggle. Nevertheless, she clenched her fist tightly,

and swallowed it with water, sitting in front of the computer, taking deep breaths, clutching at her chest as if trying to force more air

was

tight, suffocating, gasping for breath.

mixed with pain surged from within, and Matilda let out a sound like

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you, and how do I save myself?”

read, “The greatest regret of my life is that the one who pushed

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