A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 69

Yvan’s grip on Matilda’s neck was like a vice. “Don’t you want to see your son again?”

Matilda’s eyes narrowed in a mix of fear and defiance. “Are you threatening me with Logan?”

“He might not carry the surname Thompson in the future…” Yvan sneered, “He’ll take my name and forget all about you, his so–called mother!”

“Over my dead body!” Matilda struggled furiously. “Let go of me! Logan is my child, and you–using him to blackmail me–you’re a monster!”

“If you know where it hurts, then behave yourself.” Yvan’s piercing gaze pinned Matilda down, and his eyes fell on her partially exposed chest, igniting a flame of desire within him.

His voice was husky as he held Matilda’s wrist so tightly she thought it would break, “Yvan, let me go. I’ve served five years; why are you still tormenting me?”

“Because.” The man’s hands pressed against her, his smile as chilling as a demon’s. His face, though handsome, was twisted with a ferocity that sent shivers down her spine.

In his eyes, Matilda saw a rage that could destroy everything, saw her disheveled and powerless self spiraling into the abyss…

a curse echoed in her ears, “Your punishment is

will you steal from me…” she couldn’t help but say.

Matilda bit down on her own tongue at the brink of collapse–perhaps in the hope of

disbelief, “You’d rather die than face me? Matilda? Don’t you

thing she saw was her son, Logan,

at Matilda, “Well,

am I?” She

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the Boyd residence. Mr.

residence? Then why was Evie here?

tough on me. Said we had to keep a low profile,

tightly at his side, his small frame trembling. After what felt like an eternity, he lifted his head and gently touched Matilda’s face, “Mommy,

shook her head, her eyes