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?”

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

He looked up at Matilda, seeing

it! Yvan,

despised everything about the Boyd family, even more than she feared death

itself.

you hate me that

immediate and

Hated him enough to

truth: he’d lost. He’d lost to the stark hatred in her

middle of a depressive episode. Just calm down, alright?

bitterly. “Home? My home is long gone, Mr. Boyd. Disappointed? My family was ruined five years

the Matilda of the past! Time could never be

dialed a number, hastily texting his men,

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he raised his voice again, “Come

Boyd estate?” Matilda shook her head.