A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 328

He finally came to the stark realization of the magnitude of his sins. His crimes far surpassed the so-called "murderer" label that Matilda had been unfairly saddled with. He was the real murderer! He had ruined Matilda's entire life!

After ending the video call, Carl sent Yvan a document filled with doubts about the case and information related to a certain set of IP addresses. Carl's records were crystal clear and detailed; he must have put in a lot of effort to compile and gather everything. Carl's dedication to clearing Matilda's name was unwavering. It wasn't some flirtatious gesture from a man to a woman, but rather a deep respect for Matilda.

Even Carl was fighting tooth and nail to clear Matilda's name, and back then, so many people insisted it couldn't have been Matilda. So why, why had he failed to see it?! Why...?!

Yvan closed his laptop, feeling as if his soul had been drained from him. He stood up, dazed for a long while. After a moment, as if releasing long-suppressed emotions, he grabbed a decorative vase from the living room and hurled it to the ground, shattering it into pieces!

The man let out a meaningless growl. At that moment, words lost their ability to convey meaning. The feeble vocabulary could no longer express his feelings; only a primal roar could vent his raw anger, shredding his rationality to pieces. He was furious, furious that he had destroyed her for five years, even more enraged at his own helplessness. A case with a hidden truth had to be pointed out by a mysterious figure years later before he could realize the truth!

Yvan kicked over a coffee table after smashing things, unsure how to vent the frustration inside him, how to calm himself down. He couldn't lie to himself; he was raging, screaming, because he... was terrified! Terrified to death!

The truth of the past was no longer the so-called accidental manslaughter in his memory. What was he supposed to do now? Having his entire understanding overturned, even displacing the original culprit, how was he to conclude this? He had wronged Matilda, but how could he salvage her precarious life?

No, he had already run out of chances! Matilda had run away! Far, far away, already leaving his world behind! The tragedy was, by the time he realized everything, he was left all alone. Everyone was disappointed in him! His mother started globetrotting, no longer inquiring about him, his son had used every trick to slip away from him, and his ex-wife—Matilda, whom he had hated for so many years, though he hated the wrong person, had also completely left Sea City with their son!

What was left for him? In the end, he had nothing! Was he pitiful? Ridiculous! He deserved it!

Yvan helplessly covered his face, kneeling amid the chaos on the carpet, leaning against the coffee table, his hands covering his eyes, yet unable to hold back the tears rolling down. He sobbed like a trapped beast, unable to bear the overwhelming emotions any longer, engulfed by the tumultuous waves inside him. He wanted to howl, to scream, but what could he do when his chance at redemption had been squandered by his own hands?

If Matilda's reputation could be cleared, giving her a new lease on life, then who would save him? Who would rescue him from his despair?

That night, Yvan spent the entire night awake, silently crying until he was numb, and even accidentally cutting his palm on the sharp ceramic shards of the vase, embedding them into his flesh, blood mingling with the debris.