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?!”

then looked up at Yvan, who laughed bitterly. “See, that’s the look

and touched his face gently, whispering, “Don’t be scared, baby, Mommy’s

tracing the contours

treatment, it

physician. You think you’re entitled to summon him?” Yvan pointed

back and repeated the word

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turned to Evie. “Yvan, you want an apology, fine! I’ll give it. Logan’s too young to understand, so as his mother, I apologize to you! Miss, I’m so sorry for the

to Yvan. “Is this like five years ago? Do

he watched Matilda, his

something was slipping through the gaps in his fingers,

upstairs, leaving Evie and Yvan standing in

shoulder. Climbing the stairs, he glared