A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 110

The moment Mason thought about the photos his mother had shown him, rage burned within him,

It shouldn’t be like this. He hadn’t felt this angry when he saw Matilda leaving with Yvan last time. Why was today different? Was it because he felt deceived?

“What was really behind your righteous facade, Matilda? Who was the man in those photos?” He wanted to ask Matilda but not.

Matilda’s face turned ghostly pale when she heard Mason’s words. She murmured in disbelief, “Mason, don’t you trust me?”

Mason didn’t reply. After a long silence, he finally said, “Matilda, have you ever lied to me? Are you using my family’s influence?*

What a ridiculous question.

Tears welled up in Matilda’s eyes as she laughed bitterly. “Mason, if I say I haven’t, would you believe me?”

There was no response from Mason, just the sound of his heavy breathing.

Matilda suddenly understood and let out a low chuckle, fearless, as she finally let go of even this last defense – Mason himself.

you for your hospitality. Mr. Farrell. I won’t trouble

call ended like a final farewell, Matilda’s voice hoarse with unspoken

of panic gripped him, as if he was losing hold of something crucial. By the time he recognized the source of this

abruptly ended

hand, his usually composed face now painted with fear, displaying a childlike

to Mason, this painful misunderstanding would cause him sleepless nights for a long time to come, as

was pouring

her days a blur, unable to distinguish

Chapter 110

position, her mind in chaos, her consciousness flickering in and out. She felt as though she were trapped in a surreal dream, where the

hear Gideon’s voice, almost see his face.

relentlessly dragged her back into a cold, dark reality, repeatedly jolting her awake only to plunge her back into her painful

couldn’t go on. It was too

how she would get through this ordeal. With her reality shattered and no future in

rain outside didn’t seem to know when to stop, echoing the day her life was devastated by Yvan five years ago. The rain pounded the windows fiercely, and Matilda, paying no mind to anything, ran out into the storm, running wildly as if to vent all her