A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33 

Matilda stared at Yvan in disbelief, her whole body trembling with shock. She hadn’t expected Yvan to actually go through with his threat…. 

Using their son to hold sway over her, to take away everything she held dear. 

“Yvan, you’re heartless! Have you ever considered that he’s my son too?” Matilda’s voice was a murmur of pain and defiance. 

Why was it that he could just take whatever he wanted while she was left to endure his plunder? 

Meeting Matilda’s reddened eyes, a shiver ran through Yvan’s body, an odd sensation flickering across his conscience. 

Ever since Matilda had returned, this feeling had become more and more frequent. 

Yvan squinted. This was a bad sign… as if his defenses were being breached. 

By Matilda? 

Yvan let out a cold chuckle, hardening his heart further. “Talking about fairness, Matilda? Don’t you find it laughable? The Boyd family bloodline was never yours to make decisions about.” 

Matilda offered a wretched smile. “Yes, but I’ve raised him for five years without you paying any 

price!” 

At that, Yvan suddenly laughed. 

So that was her angle! 

With a nonchalant curve of his lips, he said, “Five million dollars, how about that? Consider it payment for raising Logan. If you wanted money, you could’ve just asked. Matilda, why the pretense of dignity?” 

His tone was full of contempt as if she was nothing more than a woman trading her son for her own gain. 

Matilda remained silent, fixing him with a steady gaze. After a moment, she laughed–a laugh that seemed to darken the skies. “If you’re so eager to compensate me, I’ll assume you feel guilty. Five million by tomorrow, then. Who am I to turn down money delivered to my doorstep?” 

She stood up, her smile suddenly chilling, her eyes as sharp as blades. If looks could kill, Yvan would have been sliced to ribbons. 

She spoke, her red lips temptingly parted, “But honestly, five million is a bit meager. I thought a man like the great Mr. Boyd would spare no expense for his son. I was prepared to demand hundreds of millions, and you offer me mere millions.” 

She tsk–tsked, shaking her head and watching as Yvan’s face twisted in anger, standing up to 

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confront her, “Matilda… you’re such a…” 

“I’m just a woman. Mr. Boyd. Don’t take it to heart!” Matilda’s laugh was cold, the pain in her heart sharp but familiar. She had endured a far deeper agony five years ago.