A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 167

Yvan chuckled lowly, a hint of sarcasm lacing his voice. “Are you suggesting that I, too, have never truly had anything?”

Carl remained silent.

Yvan knew that Carl held a deep respect for Matilda. He glanced up at Carl and said, “So, what’s your take on Matilda’s kidnapping?”

“I wouldn’t presume to speculate, Carl replied, maintaining a respectful distance. “Whatever you believe, Mr. Boyd, that’s the reality.”

He wouldn’t make excuses for Matilda to Yvan; he knew Matilda herself would consider it beneath her.

Yvan looked at his assistant and laughed softly. “I’ve rounded up everyone involved in the incident. They all sing the same tune–saying that they seized the opportunity to kidnap Matilda on a whim. Whether it’s through threats, bribes, or even under duress, their story doesn’t change by a single word. Yet Matilda insists that Ella is behind it all. I’m curious: why does she insist on blaming Ella?”

Carl lowered his gaze. “If you’re puzzled, perhaps you should ask Ms. Thompson yourself.

“Me, ask her?” Yvan laughed as if he’d heard a good joke. “Matilda wouldn’t deign to answer, would she? After all, she’s just a woman. I’m freer without her.”

Exactly, better off she’s gone, better off he’s free!

loyal to him for

mused, looking down. “After Rachel’s death, I’ve looked after Ella as a sort of guardian. Matilda probably resents Rachel and, by

Carl was quiet for a long while before he spoke again.

this.

Regret? Him?

poured himself a new drink. “I won’t regret it. It’s not even possible,” he muttered, perhaps to himself.

voice he heard near Matilda earlier, he couldn’t help but

clearly asleep, and at this late hour, sleeping next

drove Yvan to the edge, wanting to burst in and drag them out of bed. Matilda had sworn she loved him five years ago, so why…

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heartless and

one go, with Carl silently pouring more. Since Matilda

dreaming of her face,

to be like this. Matilda was the one at fault five years ago; she was the