A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 143

“Matilda!”

In that heart–stopping moment, Yvan’s grip on the steering wheel went slack, his body lurching backward to grab her. “Are you out of your mind? Do you have a death wish?*

But in the next instant, the woman turned her head to glance at Yvan with eyes full of despair. Then, without any hesitation, she leaped from the speeding car!

With the vehicle’s momentum, Matilda tumbled onto the asphalt, her knees scraping and bleeding, her body spinning until it hit the curb’s flowerbed.

Yvan slammed on the brakes, the car skidding several meters before coming to a halt, evidence of just how fast they’d been going when she jumped.

Matilda lay by the roadside, then pulled herself up, clutching a lamppost. Blood trickled from a gash on her leg, but she seemed oblivious to the pain as she staggered away.

Yvan followed, but Matilda knew she couldn’t outrun him and stopped.

Turning around, she screamed at him, “Don’t come any closer!”

That look in her eyes chilled Yvan to the bone.

“Matilda…” His voice trembled as he called her name. “Why do you insist on doing this?”

come any closer, I’ll throw myself into traffic!” she threatened.

voice, hoarse and desperate, shook Yvan to his core. He looked up at Matilda, seeing in

it! Yvan, just try me!”

Boyd family, even

itself.

reddened. “Do you hate me that much, Matilda?”

immediate and unequivocal. “Yes!”

hated him! Hated him enough to

Yvan had to face the truth: he’d lost. He’d

reached out to her. “Matilda, you’re in the middle of a

gone, Mr.

of the past! Time could never be

hastily texting his men, unsure if they’d understand

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his voice again, “Come back to the Boyd

head. “That’s your home, not mine.”