A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 82

Seeing his boss so tormented on the other end of the computer, Carl couldn’t help but feel an inexplicable sense of relief wash over him.

Yet, with that feeling came a deep sense of empathy for Matilda. What dark past had twisted and tortured her to this extent? Carl, a grown man, shuddered at the mere knowledge of these events, let alone what Matilda must have endured at the time!

How harrowing must her pain have been?

Carl could hardly bear to think that Matilda must have hated Yvan with every ounce of her being; with each stab of pain, her loathing for him grew until all the love she had turned into hatred, tormenting her endlessly through those inhumane days.

Yvan’s shoulders shook, and when he looked up again, his eyes were red and his voice hoarse. He instructed Carl, “No matter the cost, you must trace that IP address overseas!”

Someone had dared to harm Matilda under his name, to reduce her to this state- unforgivable!

Yvan’s heart quivered violently, as if a knife had been twisted into it, ripping away at the flesh, leaving him in a bone–chilling cold that seemed to freeze his very blood and made his heartbeat sting with pain.

would go to such lengths under his name? But Yvan knew all too

was the one who had sent Matilda to jail, who had subjected her to public humiliation, and later, whatever Matilda endured behind

her enough to wish her dead? What did it matter

which were slightly red, his fingertips digging in tightly as he

do now? How did he salvage a hate that

the blazing hate in Matilda’s eyes, a hate fierce enough

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wasn’t him who had orchestrated all of this against her back

couch, his face buried in his hands. She approached to comfort him,

chin on Matilda’s forehead, “I feel like a failure. I couldn’t even protect my own sister. I watched

welled up, but she forced a smile, “It’s okay. Those words can’t hurt me