A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 195

The morning sun plerced through the clouds and bathed the harbor in its light, a chill breeze brushing across every face. Yvan felt as if his heart had skipped a beat, he stood transfixed, staring at the now tranquil sea, like a statue robbed of its soul.

His gaze lingered on the spot where Logan had jumped. After what seemed like an eternity, his body began to shudder uncontrollably.

The toy cell phone he clutched slipped from his grasp and clattered at his feet.

The morning was picturesque, the scenery breathtaking, yet it harbored a cruel twist.

He felt abandoned, as though the world had left him behind, alone.

Yvan’s eyes reddened, a tightness in his chest spreading pain throughout his body. Trembling, he fumbled with the toy cell phone. Inside were several voice recordings, and staring at the play button on the screen, Yvan found himself terrified to press it.

He feared what overturning his world might mean–if he heard something that challenged everything he believed, how could he possibly save Logan and Matilda, who were seemingly at their wits‘ end?

He would give all he had for a second chance.

Sensing Yvan’s panic, one of the officers stepped in to press play, and a conversation filled

the air.

voices were familiar

belonged to Logan, and the clear, feminine

you. I know you hired someone to

you say that? Your mom’s been filling your head with nonsense. You can’t just

mom. You even took their families hostage, threatening to hurt them if they spoke a word about you to

have been misled by your mother! If you really had evidence it was me, why didn’t you go to your dad? Because you’ve been fed

dad? I never thought about going to Mr. Boyd to expose you because I feel like her deserves someone like you. He shouldn’t be allowed to mistreat my mom. Do you know, maybe you’ve underestimated me because I’m a kid, and that’s why you’ve lost. Many times when you called associates,

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was also captured, ringing in

this just seemed like an opportunity. An opportunity for my mom and Mr.

who are you, really? Impossible, you’re just playing

sounds were of Logan ascending the stairs, his soft laughter carrying the weight of a chilling resolve that pierced

chest, blood gushing out, the cold wind blowing through