A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Matilda stared at Yvan in disbelief, her whole body trembling with shock. She hadn’t expected Yvan to actually go through with his threat….

Using their son to hold sway over her, to take away everything she held dear.

“Yvan, you’re heartless! Have you ever considered that he’s my son too?” Matilda’s voice was a murmur of pain and defiance.

Why was it that he could just take whatever he wanted while she was left to endure his plunder?

Meeting Matilda’s reddened eyes, a shiver ran through Yvan’s body, an odd sensation flickering across his conscience.

Ever since Matilda had returned, this feeling had become more and more frequent.

Yvan squinted. This was a bad sign… as if his defenses were being breached. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

By Matilda?

Yvan let out a cold chuckle, hardening his heart further. “Talking about fairness, Matilda? Don’t you find it laughable? The Boyd family bloodline was never yours to make decisions about.”

Matilda offered a wretched smile. “Yes, but I’ve raised him for five years without you paying any

price!”

At that, Yvan suddenly laughed.

So that was her angle!

With a nonchalant curve of his lips, he said, “Five million dollars, how about that? Consider it payment for raising Logan. If you wanted money, you could’ve just asked. Matilda, why the pretense of dignity?”

His tone was full of contempt as if she was nothing more than a woman trading her son for her own gain.

Matilda remained silent, fixing him with a steady gaze. After a moment, she laughed–a laugh that seemed to darken the skies. “If you’re so eager to compensate me, I’ll assume you feel guilty. Five million by tomorrow, then. Who am I to turn down money delivered to my doorstep?”

She stood up, her smile suddenly chilling, her eyes as sharp as blades. If looks could kill, Yvan would have been sliced to ribbons.

She spoke, her red lips temptingly parted, “But honestly, five million is a bit meager. I thought a man like the great Mr. Boyd would spare no expense for his son. I was prepared to demand hundreds of millions, and you offer me mere millions.”

She tsk–tsked, shaking her head and watching as Yvan’s face twisted in anger, standing up to

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confront her, “Matilda… you’re such a…”

“I’m just a woman. Mr. Boyd. Don’t take it to heart!” Matilda’s laugh was cold, the pain in her heart sharp but familiar. She had endured a far deeper agony five years ago.

“Yvan, if that’s how you see me, then I’ll fulfill your expectations. From today, there are only old grudges between us, no past affection!” She thought.

“Make sure the money’s transferred promptly. Then, I might consider whether or not to hand Logan over to you. Otherwise, I doubt you can afford to keep my precious son…” Her laughter was seductive as she caught a glimpse of Yvan’s furious face, making her smile even broader.

“Yvan, after all these years, you’re still the same–arrogant and enchanting. But it’s a shame that your heart, like five years ago, hasn’t softened in the slightest,” she said inwardly.

“You’re truly cruel, Yvan.”

With those words lingering in the air, Matilda turned and walked away, leaving Yvan standing. there, stunned.

Her retreating figure was slender and upright as if she had walked straight out of the darkness of the last five years, alone the entire time. She hadn’t relied on a man; Yvan knew that. Matildal had her pride; she wouldn’t let her impressive talents be overshadowed by depending on a man for her success.

But how hard it must have been for her, walking that path alone after getting out of prison?