A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 109

Yvan thought she had temporarily calmed down as he watched her return to her room and quietly lie down, but little did he know, it was all an act – a pretense of tranquility in the aftermath of the storm.

When Yvan left for the office, Matilda took matters into her own hands, handling her discharge. She cleaned herself up, tended to her wounds, and applied her makeup with a frightening level of composure.

It was like the last surge of energy in someone on the brink of death.

Matilda left the hospital in a hurry, picking up a cake on her way home. Upon arriving, she tidied the entire house and then prepared a spread of dishes, placing the cake in the center with candles on top.

She watched silently as the candles burned down. As if the flames were a metaphor for her own life flickering away.

Staring at the candle, Matilda whispered softly after a long while, “Gideon, happy birthday. I’m sorry I couldn’t celebrate with you, and now, your life is forever frozen at 27.”

Matilda didn’t cry. She sat down to eat, then cut a piece of cake, setting it aside for Logan. She knew that if Logan realized he had missed his uncle’s birthday, he would throw a tantrum for a slice of cake. But Matilda couldn’t bring herself to deliver it to the Boyd family for Logan; she couldn’t face Yvan anymore.

the uncontrollable pain and hatred within her, turning her into a

to the eventual screaming, it seemed

only in these quiet moments alone that the immense, tidal pain crashed over her, leaving her most vulnerable and desperate, yet terrifyingly silent.

wailing or thrashing about–it was this deadly

into the couch, burying her head in her hands. Her body convulsed like a trapped animal, emitting

reached for her phone, only to remember it had smashed on the doorstep of the Boyd Mansion–she was cut off from

the house. She went to a nearby phone store, randomly selected a model, and got a new number. Returning

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and dialed the number.

the call connected, and Mason’s voice came

flurry of thoughts crossed Matilda’s mind before she finally spoke, “Mason, it’s me, Matilda.”