A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Matilda had been out cold for two whole days, and it was in the dead of night when Yvan rushed

her into the ER.

With just one phone call, Keaton had sped from his house straight to the operating room, and when he saw the state things were in, his brow furrowed deeply.

“Did your ex–wife suffer from depression?” After the surgery, Keaton, clad in his white coat, posed the question to Yvan.

It took a long while before Yvan could muster a response, “Yes, she did.”

Keaton let out a humorless chuckle. “Well, congratulations then. If you wanted her dead, why go. through the trouble of bringing her to the hospital? A few minutes later and she could’ve been gone for good. Wouldn’t that be easier?”

A sharp pain struck Yvan’s heart, and he quickly retorted, “Why would you say I wanted her dead?”

“She’s depressed.” Keaton struggled to keep his voice even. “I swear, if you hadn’t done something to trigger her or make her relapse, she wouldn’t have tried to take her own life! Don’t you get it? The moment she cut herself, she had already given up on living!”

Keaton’s words escalated to a forceful growl by the end. He couldn’t understand. If Yvan loved Matilda, why the hell did he let her get locked up five years ago? And if he didn’t love her, what was all this apparent concern about?

Yvan turned ashen under Keaton’s barrage. He stood there frozen. “I didn’t… I didn’t force her… I just… wanted her to stay at my house.”

Back in the day, Matilda was highly respected in the circles of the wealthy elite. Even after the incident five years ago, many had her back, Keaton included, who held her in high regard. Despite everything she’d been through, making it to the present day, she was stronger than anyone could imagine. Yet, here she was, a woman of such fortitude, repeatedly driven to the brink by Yvan! NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Keaton asked softly, “Just how cold is your heart, Yvan?”

Yvan’s pupils constricted slightly at Keaton’s words, which landed like a sledgehammer to his chest.

He showed a rare hint of panic as if trying to justify himself. “I didn’t… I didn’t…”

“Stop pushing her, Yvan. If Matilda really did commit murder five years ago, she’s already paid a hefty price.”

Keaton locked eyes with Yvan, searching for a trace of guilt on his face but finding none. So he continued, “If… Matilda is innocent of the crimes from five years back, then tell me, Yvan, can you ever repay that debt in this lifetime?”

Yvan’s whole body jolted, a chill running down his spine. He looked at Keaton, “Are… are you defending her?”

“I’m speaking for the truth.” Keaton tucked his hands in his pockets, sighing for Yvan, who seemed oblivious to his own true feelings. Patting Yvan on the shoulder, Keaton said, “Listen, while you still have the chance, settle your scores, pay your dues.”

Settle what scores, pay back what dues to Matilda?

Yvan was plunged into deep realization as Keaton walked away. He stayed in the hospital room, watching over Matilda, her complexion deathly pale as she lay on the hospital bed. lifeless.

For two long nights, Yvan hadn’t slept a wink, his mind a tangled mess, emotions seeking an

outlet.

Until Matilda awoke.

But when she did, her first words were, “Don’t hit me! Don’t hit me! I didn’t kill anyone, I swear!”