A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 88

The door to the Mason residence flew open with a thunderous kick from Yvan..

When the two men locked eyes, neither had expected to find the other in their space that day. Without a second thought, Yvan lunged forward, seizing Mason by the collar, and pinned him against the wall with a force that sent a shudder through the frame.

His eyes, sharp as daggers, bore into Mason. The coldness in his voice sliced through any remnants of their past camaraderie, “You got a death wish or something?”

“A death wish?” Mason’s lips curled into a half–smirk, “Interesting. So getting cozy with Matilda is a capital offense now?”

Yvan’s fury painted his handsome face with an intensity that was almost palpable. His mouth opened to retort but he swallowed the words, releasing Mason instead. Both men were panting, visibly struggling to contain their emotions.

It took considerable effort for Yvan to speak, each word measured and deliberate, “Where is she?”

“The bathroom.”

Mason seemed to regain his composure first, “She’s been drugged by Troy.”

striding towards the upstairs bathroom of the Mason house, “I’ll settle the score with

over the edge of the bathtub. Her fair face flushed pink from the drug, an image

undeniable allure.

of Mason witnessing her in such a vulnerable state ignited an uncontrollable

Matilda in it and lifted her soaking body. from the

voice, it struck a heavy blow to his heart, crumbling a

defenses. Knowing full well that her words were clouded by the drug’s influence,

He replied, “Yeah.”

out, passing Mason who stood outside the bathroom, Yvan’s eyes narrowed slightly. His grip on her tightened involuntarily, yet he managed to say, “Thanks, Mr. Farrell,

Mason’s lips twisted into a smile, unfazed by Yvan’s guarded stance. “I didn’t do it for you. It

seem pretty invested in my ex–wife.

cold laughter intensified, a chilling aura emanating from his devilishly handsome face. Knowing full well his antagonism, Mason raised an eyebrow

beautiful eyes flashing a warning. “I’m telling you, don’t mess with what’s not yours to

of your business anymore, so why the clinginess? If you admit you’ve fallen for Matilda, I wouldn’t