A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 93

Hearing Ella’s murmurs, Yvan instinctively turned his head and saw Matilda and Mason sitting together, chatting animatedly with a stack of papers in their hands, seemingly deep in discussion about a contract.

Yvan remembered the times Mason had come to Matilda’s aid in the past. He turned his face away so as not to see them, the chill in his gaze seemed to drop a few degrees, and his voice carried a frosty undertone, “Let’s go, no need to bother with them.”

“Is that so?” Ella kept glancing back, intentionally or not, “Maybe we should say hi! It’s been ages since I’ve seen Mason.”

Before Yvan could collect his thoughts, Ella had already linked her arm through his and was guiding him towards the table by the window where Mason and Matilda sat engrossed in the design drafts. Just as someone nearby called out. “Mason!”

Mason looked up and saw Ella, all smiles, approaching with Yvan in tow. As they drew near, Matilda noticed their approach, and her expression froze.

Yvan, looking indifferent, was led over by Ella. When he saw Matilda, the scorn on his face was unmistakable. He didn’t speak a word, but his sarcastic gaze was enough to make Matilda tingle with pain.

Mason, on the other hand, seemed far more composed, casually taking a sip of his coffee before asking, as if offhandedly. “You’re back from abroad?”

Matilda a once–over, “Yeah, is this

soured the mood for both Mason and Yvan. But the next second, Mason responded with a sly smile, “Ella,

pouted, “I’ve never seen you with a lady friend before, so I thought

“Ella!”

cold and sharp, sending a shiver through Ella.

outburst,

at Ella, “Don’t talk more than

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tears, a somewhat pitiful sight. “Are you blaming me for being nosy?”

say

had been silent until now, suddenly lifted her head with a radiant smile, looking at the girl.

her apparent simplicity, the words she spoke seemed calculated to mislead Yvan. Was she to be praised for her cleverness, or was she even

thought to herself, “you don’t know me, but this face of yours that resembles hers. I will never forget it, even in