A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

As Chloe learned of Matilda’s misfortune, she hurried to the hospital, her heels clicking urgently on the polished floor. At the entrance of the hospital room, she spotted Yvan lingering just outside; his gaze fixed on the scene inside where Adrian comforted Matilda. He stood there, a man torn, hesitating to breach the threshold.

With a snort of derision that echoed down the sterile corridor, Chloe pushed past the door. “What’s the matter, Yvan? Even you can be scared?”

Yvan, aware of Chloe’s barbs, remained silent. Together, they stepped into Matilda’s line of sight.

Matilda’s head lifted, and with it, a gaze so charged with venomous fury that Yvan hadn’t even fully entered before she bellowed, “Get the hell out!”

Yvan froze, pale as a sheet at the doorway.

Her eyes bloodshot with rage, Matilda screamed, “Get out! Take all your stuff and get out!”

From the bedside table, a glass vase flew towards Yvan as Adrian shouted, “Matilda, calm down!”

“How can I be calm!” Matilda felt a bitter taste rising in her throat. “Because of him, Logan, suffered everything!” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

It was because he insisted on keeping Logan close that Ella harbored such malice!

Yvan, unable to bear the weight of Matilda’s stare, spat back defensively, “You couldn’t keep your son safe, and you blame me?”

Matilda laughed, a hollow, mocking sound. “Yvan, all of this is the doing of your precious Ella. What right do you have to accuse me?”

“Impossible!” Yvan denied it without a second thought. “Ella is naive; she would never do such a thing!”

“Naive?” Matilda scoffed as if she’d heard the world’s cruelest joke. “Yvan, you are the most pitiful man on earth, blind to everything, knowing nothing!”

“Stop slinging mud here!” Yvan stepped forward, only to be blocked by Chloe. “Didn’t you hear her? She told you to leave!”

“Oh, what’s the matter, Chloe? Think you’ve ascended from the ashes to be a phoenix?”

Yvan brushed past Chloe, who cursed from behind, “Yvan, you’ve already destroyed Matilda. What more do you want? Her life?”

Yvan felt a chill in his heart. Everyone thought he wanted Matilda dead. How could he explain that this was not his intention?

If that was the case, he saw no point in explaining.

10:50

Auran, umahle to watch any longer, rose to intervene, but Yvan’s words came as a threat. “Wanita, you think you can order me around? You owe your fucking life to me. Are you that ungrateful?

“You saved me? it weren’t for you imprisoning us, would Ella have done such a thing?”

Chice rushed to the bedside, shielding Matilda in her arms. “If what Mat says is true, then Yvan, you have no right to claim innocence!”

Maritta’s body shook nonstop, her eyes closed to the harrowing flashbacks of her own brutal beating. The memories were too vivid, etched brutally into her mind. She clutched herself and waled. “Get out. Yvan, just get out!”

Tf you ever want to see your son again, you’ll do as I say,” Yvan growled, his brow furrowed, his words growing more reckless. “Say one less bad thing about Ella, and maybe take a look at yourself!

in a fit of rage. Yvan stormed out, slamming the door behind him, leaving Adrian and Chloe to tend to Warida. Her hands clenched so tightly that her nails sliced into her palms.

Her voice was a low roar, a primal scream that seemed to tear through her very soul.

“wan, I want you dead–I want you dead!”