A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 44

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So there she was, plopped down in the backseat of the car, and as they pulled away, who should be strolling out from a diner but Matilda and Mason, walking off a hearty meal. They brushed past without a moment’s recognition, but Willow murmured from within her moving cocoon, “That person… She looks a lot like Matilda. 

Yvan slammed on the brakes and spun around to ask, “What did you say?” 

Willow shook her head, dismissing the possibility. “I thought I saw someone who looked a lot like Matilda on the sidewalk… with Mason Farrell,” 

Matilda, with Mason? 

Yvan’s mind darkened with thoughts he didn’t voice. He kept driving home. When they arrived, true to his word, he didn’t bother to walk Willow to her door. He strode right inside his house, only to find Willow had the gall to follow him as if she intended to make herself at home. 

Yvan was at his wit’s end. Just as he was about to turn around and tell her to get lost, Willow cried out, pointing to the small figure on the couch, “Is… is that your kid?” 

Logan looked up, his eyes meeting Willow’s. She let out a shrill, “He looks just like you!” 

Yvan was doubly troubled, blocking the doorway to keep her out. “You can go back and report to your grandfather now.” 

“But Yvan…” Willow stood her ground, starting to call out, “Violet, are you there? Violet! It’s Willow, I’ve come to visit!” 

Yvan’s forehead was practically throbbing; this woman was so unsettling! 

Matilda had never been this much of a nuisance! 

As Violet was upstairs arranging flowers, Willow’s screeching summons went unanswered. 

Instead, Logan hopped off the couch and approached her, asking. “Who are you?” 

“I’m your daddy’s new girlfriend.” 

“Don’t talk nonsense in front of the kid!” Yvan finally erupted. “Willow, can’t’you have a shred of dignity?” 

Willow’s eyes reddened. “Are you saying I have no dignity?” 

Yvan scoffed, “What do you think?” 

Matilda of five years ago was leagues above her! 

Logan glanced at Willow and then said to Yvan, “Mr. Boyd, your taste has really gone downhill.” Yvan’s face was a study of resignation. “She’s really not…” 

“Fine, I’ll take your word for it.” Logan smiled sweetly, then turned to Willow, “Old lady, what 

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exactly are you planning to do, standing at our doorstep like this? Trying to force your way into someone’s home?”