A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 26

Yvan gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.

A question from a five–year–old kid, and he found himself at a loss for words.

If he had known… If he had known that Matilda was pregnant, maybe… he wouldn’t have locked

her up…

A whirlwind of emotions flickered across Yvan’s eyes, but he didn’t let them show. In a blink. they were gone, and he was once again the ruthless heir to the Boyd empire, decisive and bold as if nothing in his life had ever given him cause for regret.

In the back seat, Logan sat obediently, watching the landscape fly by. Then, suddenly, he said. “This isn’t the way we usually go…”

Yvan silently commended the boy’s sharp mind. The kid had only been on this route a few times but already had it memorized. Clearing his throat, Yvan spoke up. “We’re going to the hospital‘

“The hospital?”

Logan, though young, was quick on the uptake. With a cautious tone, he asked, “Did something happen to Mommy?”

“Damn, the little rascal is too smart for his own good. Being a dad sure is tough!” Yvan couldn’t help but complain inwardly.

But then he thought about it and couldn’t help feeling proud. It was his genes that made his son so smart. He couldn’t help thinking his boy was a little genius.

When they arrived at the hospital, Yvan crouched down to straighten Logan’s T–shirt. It was only at times like this that Logan felt Yvan was his father, but even then, it seemed it was all for

show.

few more glances at him. After all for a five–year–old, there’s always a

a disappointment. Maybe if Yvan behaved well, he could help Yvan

“Your mom, she’s got

decided to lay it out straight, “She’s

Logan looked up, his eyes not at all surprised. It seemed he knew about his mom’s depression. To be so young

didn’t mean to upset…”

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Chapter 26

so clear and pure they made Yvan feel like he couldn’t look

pretty bad. She’s okay most of the time, but when it comes to anything related to you, it gets

related to you.

in Matilda’s eyes

handed his little backpack to Yvan. “Daddy, can you hold this for me? I want to go

bit of comfort. Maybe, just maybe, Logan would

the child’s mother was someone he despised, a convicted murderer. Yet he found himself

not be borne by the child. Logan’s eyes were too innocent, too earnest for

room door, and then the father and son, with faces strikingly

in their purpose–Logan pushed the door open to see Matilda propped up in bed, her face pale and sickly

“Mommy…” He