A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 8

Was this kid coached by Matilda? Teaching him to play two–faced games like this.

Yvan, seething with anger, stormed into the living room and caught sight of Matilda standing there. All the emotions from their five–year separation surged to his heart in an instant.

Matilda’s eyes held a deep–rooted fear and pain that made Yvan involuntarily clench his fists.

“It’s been a while,” he said tersely.

Matilda didn’t respond.

Logan, unable to stop Yvan, ran to his mother’s side, took her hand, and said, “Don’t worry, Mommy. Let’s go to bed.”

Mother and son turned to leave, intending to ignore Yvan completely.

“Stop right there!”

The angry voice from behind made Matilda shiver, and even Logan could feel her hand. trembling.

Yvan, his anger turning into a bitter laugh, said, “Aren’t you going to explain this kid to me?”

she faced Yvan. “I’ve served

Five years that had demolished all her love and hope

narrowed his eyes, dissatisfied with her reaction. “You got what you

So what are you doing here, throwing yourself at a woman with a record like mine? Am

reached out and grabbed Logan’s hand. “But

fought back tears, but Logan was unexpectedly calm. He looked straight

“please” and “Mr. Boyd” were like needles

me Dad,” he

don’t have

just have a mom who spent five years in

word, but Logan’s single sentence pierced him

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and his love!

Yvan remembered what Matilda had said as

how wrong

tightness gripped Yvan’s chest, and he looked at Logan, asking a stupid question, “When were you born, kid?”

you need to ask? In prison,