A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 61

He strode forward, eyes lighting up as if he’d stumbled upon some rare treasure, and squatted down without so much as a greeting.

“Wow, is this your kid?”

Logan’s face was all suspicion. “What do you want? You’ve been eyeing my mom from behind for a while now…”

“Cheeky brat!” The blond man reached out and pinched Logan’s cheek without warning, “I was admiring your mom’s silhouette. Aren’t you worried your daddy might get jealous seeing you so protective of your mommy?”

“I don’t have a daddy!”

At the mention of this, Logan grew even more agitated, inching forward to shield Matilda, fearing this flippant man might take liberties with her as he had earlier. “You better not do anything to my mommy!”

“No daddy?” The half–blooded Adonis chuckled, “Little rascal, how about I play the role of your daddy?”

Logan shuddered all over, gripping Matilda’s hand, “Mom… Mommy, this guy’s a creep!”

Matilda, too, took a few steps back with Logan, wary of this man who they kept running into yet was so strangely unfamiliar. His attire suggested he was a part of the trust–fund elite, but she couldn’t recall ever seeing him before.

Then again, she mused with a self–deprecating smile. It had been ages since she’d left those circles; it would be no wonder she hadn’t seen him.

Just then, a dashing doctor emerged, pausing as he saw the man and Matilda together. “You’re still here?” he asked, then turning to Logan, he clicked his tongue. “You must be Yvan’s son, right? The spitting image of him.”

The blond man at Matilda’s side heard the name Yvan and smirked, turning to face her, “You’re Yvan’s wife?” NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Before Matilda could answer, he continued, “No, that can’t be right; Yvan’s currently single…”

“I am Yvan’s ex–wife,” Matilda spoke coolly, no longer willing to hold back, then turned to leave, only to come face to face with Yvan stepping out of his car.

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Yvan sneered at the sight of the enigmatic man by Matilda’s side, “Matilda, can’t you live without a man?”

“How interestingly you phrase that.” Matilda’s laugh tinted her eyes red, “Haven’t I already ‘died‘ once, pushed into prison by your very hands?”

A sting in Yvan’s heart, he quickly retorted with scorn, “What, after all this time, you still want to prove your innocence? Flirting with another man in front of your son, is that seemly?”

Matilda clenched her fists. “Yvan, I find you pitiful, desperately trying to hurt me. What are you really after?”

His face darkened at her words, but she continued, “It’s alright, keep it up. I can still feel pain, and you should be glad for that. The day I can face your mockery without fear, no one will play this heartless

game with you!”

Matilda, leading Logan by the hand, walked past Yvan and instinctively let go. She smiled at Yvan, her eyes reddening in the wind, her beauty heartbreakingly vivid. “Yvan, remember this. If one day you realize how wrong you’ve been to me, time will not turn back for you!”