A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 129

“Mat.”

The man’s call was crisp and sharp, like a gust of wind that swiftly ends, cold and biting.

Matilda’s eyes twinkled with a mirthful red, “Mr. Boyd.”

She finally mustered the courage to face him.

As Yvan stepped forward, Matilda retreated, their silent standoff palpable. She warned, “Mr. Boyd, any closer, and you’ll be invading my personal space.”

Yvan halted not far from her, his smile laden with unspoken intent. “I’ve been closer before.”

“But I’ve forgotten that.” Matilda deftly parried his advance, her laughter reminiscent of an innocent, oblivious child. For a moment, it seemed as if time had rewound to the startling beauty of their first encounter.

Yet she asked, “Did you call my name for a reason, Mr. Boyd?”

So distant and detached.

tightened around his glass as if he were clenching

he finally let out a few syllables,

I’d surely be

a dance upon the blade’s edge, ready to embrace destruction at any second, yet she accepted it all. “Thanks to you.”

into his heart, and Yvan’s brows slowly gathered a shadow. In

was as if she had heard the world’s biggest joke.

head and said, “Yvan, it’s far too late to talk about hate. You’re not

flinched as Matilda’s laughter trembled like branches in the wind, undeniably dazzling. She had been the center of attention five years ago, and now, upon her return, she easily captured the gaze of

“Yvan, there’s a kind of hatred that has reached a dead end, a point where it doesn’t even matter anymore.

gracefully passing by him.

another man who happened to pass by, saying, “The poison has seeped into the bones; there’s nowhere left to go. You ask if

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Chapter 129

I once loved you, I later hated you.

the shock exploding in Yvan’s eyes. Matilda’s smile was that of a siren. “Yvan, there’s no turning back the years. When a person is

shattered her

there’s nothing left to lose, she fears nothing at