A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

When the string of numbers flashed across her phone screen again, Matilda’s heart started to race frantically. Her fingertips tingled with anxiety as she debated whether to answer the call. Eventually, she steeled herself against the fear and tapped the answer button. At that moment, Yvan’s icy voice pierced through the receiver like the grim reaper announcing a cruel fate.

“I’ve taken Logan. From today on, he’s the youngest son of the Boyd family.” RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Upon hearing these words, Matilda roared with rage, “Yvan, who gave you the right to take him?”

Yvan’s laugh came through the phone, cold and unfeeling. “Why can’t I take my own son?”

“He’s my son too!” Matilda’s eyes were red–rimmed with fury. “And my life… my everything..

“Let me hear his voice!” Matilda’s voice broke with desperation. “Let Logan speak to me!”

Yvan couldn’t stand her tone, feeling a stab of discomfort with every word she uttered. Reluctantly, he handed the phone to Logan, who obediently called out. “Mommy.”

“Logan!” Matilda was visibly shaken. “Did Yvan take you?”

Logan, too, was upset but tried to comfort her, “Mommy, you can come and see me. It’ll be like

we’re not even apart.”

“So you’ve decided to join the Boyd family for their wealth and glory, huh?”

Tears rimmed Logan’s eyes. “No, Mommy, I just don’t want to see you get hurt.

Their conversation made it sound as if Yvan was some monstrous villain who had forcefully separated mother and son.

Eventually, Matilda understood Logan’s intentions and let tears fall for her child decision. “It’s Mommy’s fault; I wasn’t strong enough… that’s why…”

“Mommy, don’t be sad.” Logan’s voice wavered from the other end. “You can come the Boyd estate. Mr. Boyd hasn’t forbidden you from visiting.”

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“I understand. As soon as you settle in with the Boyds, Mommy will come knocking.” She couldn’t bear the separation and had to accept the situation.

Matilda quickly ended the call, rose to her feet, and Gideon called out to her thinning silhouette. “Where are you headed?”

Fighting back tears, she replied, “To the Boyd estate.”

“Yvan, what do I have to do for you to let me go, to let my child go? I can’t stand being

controlled by you any longer,” she said inwardly.

It was twenty minutes later when Logan arrived at the Boyd estate.

When Violet saw him, her heart ached, and she greeted him. “Logan.”

Approaching her, Logan respectfully said, “Good evening. Mrs. Boyd.”

He stubbornly refused to address her any other way as if to cling to the last shreds of his resolve.

Yvan had prepared a room and led Logan to the doorway, saying, “From today, this is your room.”

Logan responded with a faint acknowledgment before they overheard the nanny downstairs, “Young master, there’s a woman at the door for you…”

The nannies blocked Matilda at the entrance, judging this beautiful woman who demanded her child upon arrival as delusional. They had seen too many like her!

Matilda, standing at the door, called out past the blockading nannies to Yvan inside, “Yvan, if you have an issue, take it up with me! Why threaten me using our child?”

“You think you’re worthy of my threats?”