A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 116

“No… I didn’t do anything!”

Matilda struggled at the edge of the cliff, resisting with all her might. “Yvan, you devil, you’ve ruined me. Do you feel even a hint of remorse?!”

But in an instant, Yvan’s face morphed into Adrian’s, the man smiling as he pushed her into the abyss. Matilda screamed, hearing his icy voice, “You pretentious woman, if you die, you die; you won’t be missed!”

“Ah!”

Matilda woke with a start from the nightmare, and looking out the window, she saw that night had fallen.

She had taken cold medicine and had slept straight through to this hour.

The scenes from her dream still left her shaken, her heart pounding in her slender chest. Matilda felt like she had returned to those days haunted by nightmares, unable to shake off the shadows or find salvation.

Matilda’s eyes. reddened, but she held back her tears, rising alone to pour herself some hot water and digging through the drawer for more medicine. Her silent silhouette cast a lonely shadow on the wall, a solitude

and with the people around her hurting her over

all of it, but she truly had

please, it’s about time you gave me a

was offline. Her design caught the attention of a manufacturer, and they set up a production line, especially for the handbags she had created. They hoped she could provide them with the details of her designs

in a day

faint yet steadfast belief dragged her shattered life forward. She clenched her fists; her broken little

were extinguished, only Matilda’s room glowed dimly. The woman’s pale face bore an unmistakable sickness, but her eyes. shone with

surrounded by countless discarded drafts filled

Chapter 116

the first light of dawn, the woman finally lifted her head from the desk, scanned her

break, whispering