A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 95

Matilda stormed out of the diner and flagged down a cab, heading straight home. She hadn’t expected to be interrupted by Yvan when she’d barely settled in to focus on her design drafts. The last unpleasant encounter with him was still fresh in her mind; she instinctively moved to shut the door on his face. But this time, Yvan didn’t make any other move. He just stood there, smirking coldly, “Go ahead, slam the door. If you don’t care about your son burning up with a fever, that’s your choice.”

Her hand froze mid–motion as the words sunk in. She whipped around, clutching at Yvan’s shirt and shouted, “What’s happened to Logan?!”

Twenty minutes later, Matilda was at Logan’s bedside. His cheeks were flushed, he was panting with feverish breaths, and he looked incredibly weak.

Matilda sat by the bed, her hand brushing Logan’s forehead, feeling the heat radiating from him. She hurriedly rifled through the medicine stored at the house, and helped Logan sit up before dashing downstairs to fetch a glass of water – every detail of the Boyd Mansion was second nature to her, every memory still vivid.

Climbing back upstairs with the glass, she found Logan had woken up. He weakly called out. “Mommy.”

helped him take his medicine and asked, “How come you get a fever, sweetheart? I’ll take you to

for the

shrank into the covers, gripping Matilda’s hand – a clear plea

and then turned to Yvan. “Why are you scowling at him like that? You are

“Does he even acknowledge me

your fault?” Matilda couldn’t hold back her anger and raised her

yet his eyes were chilling, a waste of his handsome features,

and dirty looks. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s my

help feeling enraged every time he saw. Logan’s face. He didn’t understand why – perhaps it was the frustration of being a father to a child who

not let me take him away? We don’t care for the Boyd family’s fortune one bit.