A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 72

“Apologize?”

Matilda’s voice trembled with fury. “Didn’t you see Logan’s hurt? Yvan, he’s your son, too!”

“What, you think playing the family card will get you off the hook?” Yvan scoffed, shrugging off Matilda with a swift motion.

Logan looked up at his father, his disappointment so palpable it sent a shiver down Yvan’s spine.

The little boy didn’t say a word, nor did he try to defend himself. It was as if he was giving his father the silent treatment.

Yvan narrowed his handsome eyes, a pity that they held no warmth. “Do you admit you were wrong?”

“Admit what?” Matilda got up from the floor and lunged forward again, shielding Yvan’s view with her body. “He’s just five years old! Even if you hate me, you can’t take it out on our child! What could he possibly have done at his age?”

“He’s five, and he looks at me like that!” Yvan roared. “Do you have any idea how infuriating it is to come home every day to those eyes? At five years old, he’s already a master of backhanded compliments and passive aggression. Matilda, he’s truly your son–what can’t he do?!”

the

his face gently, whispering, “Don’t be scared,

tears tracing the contours of his

from a burn on Logan’s arm. Without treatment, it would scar. She stood up, disregarding everything else,

you’re entitled to summon him?” Yvan pointed at

Matilda took a few steps back and repeated

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too young to

her apology and turned to Yvan. “Is this like five years ago?

as he watched Matilda, his fingers

reason, it felt like something was slipping through the gaps in his fingers, something he couldn’t grasp, and

Evie and Yvan standing in the living room.

on her shoulder. Climbing the stairs, he glared at Yvan and