A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 59

Matilda felt a sharp pang in her chest and mustered a pale smile at him. “I appreciate your concern, Mr. Boyd, but I can handle my own matters. If you’re not busy, please feel free to go about your day.”

Her words were a clear dismissal.

Yvan’s smile twisted with anger. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, Matilda.”

He, Yvan, a man of importance, had never concerned himself with a sick woman before. This was a first, and she had the nerve to send him away?

Matilda returned his gaze with a sarcastic smirk. “I’m hardly on my deathbed with a cold, Mr. Busybody. We have nothing to do with each other anymore. If you’re here to have a laugh at my expense, then by all means, have your laugh and be on your way.”

Seething with nowhere to channel his fury, Yvan retorted, “I just came to see how pitiful you are on your own. There’s nothing here worth my time.”

With that, he stormed toward the door.

Matilda, sitting on the hospital bed, clenched the sheets tight and let out a self–mocking laugh, thinking. “Yvan, don’t pretend to care now. You never considered my feelings when you hurt me before. Now

you’re all concern and care? What a joke!”

menacing demeanor the night before, Matilda decided not to press her friend to keep

by the man she’d bumped into

her, gave a whistle, and dressed to the nines; he winked at

afternoon.

response was identical to

the band–aid on Matilda’s hand, he approached her and said, “You’ll need to

simply thanked him.

need for thanks. But hey, five years, and you’re all

Matilda felt a sudden sting at her nose. “Who

it was the blond man who stepped forward,

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“So, you and Dr. Keaton go way back?”

nodded, ready

called after her, “Hey… you still haven’t