A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 152

A faint knock at the door broke the silence of the secluded mountain retreat.

“Who’s there?”

The locale was nestled deep in the woodlands, surrounded by a community of farmers tending their fields. Who could possibly come knocking?

“Hello there, I’m from just around the bend. Made a bit too much stew and thought I might bring some over for you.” The earnest voice of a local yokel followed, and the man with the sandy hair sneered, muttering. “These country bumpkins sure are simpletons.”

Matilda sensed her chance and let out a few weak cries for help, only to be silenced by a harsh punch to the stomach from the man.

As the door opened, hope flashed before her eyes, but she could no longer make a sound to call for help.

Please… someone notice me here…

Her consciousness began to slip away, and in a hazy mist, she thought she saw the blond man fall to the floor and a shadow rushing towards her.

With her consciousness fading, right before she blacked out, she thought she saw a pair of

eyes…

The next moment, she closed her eyes emptily, lifeless, her entire being void of vitality.

over, Yvan, I would choose differently. I would never fall in love. This world has twisted me into a monster, taking everything from me, destroying all I had, and in the end, it wants to destroy the last kin I have

of sins, no one can claim innocence. Everyone bears their share of blame.

felt herself plummeting into an abyss, surrounded by darkness, silence, and void, her body continuously falling until all strength left

for a full

her on that disheveled bed. The bloodied woman lay there, still as death, her fingers clenched so tightly that even in

felt as if it had been gouged out, leaving a gaping, bloody hole in his chest. Holding her hand,

this to her? Who kept pushing her to the brink of

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clutching her bloodstained hand, his body convulsing like he was having spasms. At that moment, the towering figure of a man seemed as helpless as a child. “Please open your eyes, okay? Don’t

cold and detached, yet his face was deathly pale. He never imagined Matilda could be so ravaged, lifeless, as if she were gone forever. He knew her to be cunning, playing her games among men, but he never considered that one day,

of her loved ones, and innocent… in the repeated hurt

his heart trembled. He wanted to go to her and see the extent of her

might no longer exist in this world. He loathed her, but why, upon seeing her like this, did his heart feel as if it were being pierced with needles?

the two men stood in the corridor outside the operating room, their eyes reflecting unease and panic

seemed to finally lose his strength, slumping against the

who