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!”

keep her company. After two hours of IV treatment, she got up, went through the discharge process,

she’d bumped into outside the bar

the nines; he winked at her

patient this afternoon. Came in

response was identical to his

hand, he approached her and said, “You’ll need to come back for a couple more days. Remember to take your

simply thanked

“No need for thanks. But hey, five years, and you’re

sudden sting at

conversation fell silent, and with pursed lips, it was the blond man who

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shoulder. “So, you and Dr. Keaton go

ready

her, “Hey… you still haven’t told me