A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 17

Hearing Logan’s words, Yvan couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “What do you mean by that?” Yvan stared intently at his face, “You are my son, through and through. Do I need a paternity test to prove it? Do I need paperwork to take care of my flesh and blood?”

Logan met Yvan’s gaze; the resemblance between father and son was uncanny, like a copy–and–paste job. However, Yvan’s features were more chiseled and refined, while Logan had a softer demeanor, much like that of Matilda.

He spoke softly. “Mr. Boyd, if I recall correctly, you and Mom split up five years ago. And I was born after that divorce, so naturally, Mom’s got custody. If you want a shot at raising me, well, you’ll have to work that out with her.”

Yvan’s pupils shrank as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and he repeated, “What did you say?”

Why was this five–year–old so unnervingly precocious?

Logan just looked at Yvan, seemingly indifferent to his astonishment. His voice softened as he said, “Mr. Boyd, if I weren’t your son… if I were just some kid Mom had with another man, would you still treat me the same?”

Yvan felt a tightness in his chest, an irritation sweeping over him.

gone to such lengths to bring this boy home if he wasn’t his son? But the mere

only ever meant to

watched Yvan’s expression and suddenly let out a laugh, a sound pure and bell–like yet

you’ll never understand the life we’ve lived these past five years, so

seemed to pierce through Yvan, who felt as if he’d been shot through the heart.

with such

reason my mom keeps fighting in this world. Without me,

Matilda would

evening and headed to the address

12:07.

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grand entrance of

greeted her promptly, “Good evening,