A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 87

When Matilda felt the cool touch of the fingers, it was like her entire being ignited in an instant, the following moments slipping beyond thought and into the realm of the uncontrollable.

Mason, with his other hand hanging idly by his side, suddenly tightened his grip. pulling Matilda into the bathtub. The shock of cold water against her skin snapped her back to a brief moment of lucidity.

But it was akin to a drop in the bucket.

Elsewhere, Yvan had just finished a meal with a business associate and was heading toward the underground parking when he spotted Troy skulking around.

Instinctively, he asked, “Who’s that? Looks familiar.”

“That’s Micah’s son.” Yvan’s companion replied, “Micah’s a decent man, but it’s a shame about his son. Up to no good, I bet.”

“Is that so.” Yvan responded indifferently, just as Troy approached, greasing up to them with a too–eager hello. Yvan returned the greeting with a cool detachment, offering nothing more.

But it was Troy who broke the silence, “Mr. Boyd, have you seen a woman on your way down here?”

“A woman?”

to walk away, paused as he looked

sly smile, replying, “I slipped a little something to a dame I fancy, you

the man had any brains at all. Did he really think everyone operated

just as I was shaking off the old man, she

standards, was about to leave with his associate when Troy

where did Ms. Thompson go? Surely Mason didn’t

on my

Ms. Thompson, Mason?!

He snapped back to reality his eyes turned cold and sharp as daggers, “Pepeat what you just

Boyd,” Troy stumbled backward, intimidated by the murderous inRARE HI Yvan’s eyes, “I said, Ms. Thompson…she might

Yvan only felt his heart lurch, his

designer my dad was dealing with the They call her…Dawn, I