A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60 

As soon as Matilda heard it was about Logan, she swallowed the bile of hatred that rose in her throat, striving to maintain a tranquil tone as she addressed the servant, “No need, I’ll stay right here. Just tell Logan to hop out and come see me. I won’t step foot in that car. 

Her vigilance was palpable; she was determined not to let herself be tainted by anything related to Yvan. 

With no choice but to relay her message, the butler did just that. Yvan, upon hearing her words. couldn’t help but let out a laugh that was more of a scoff and then barked at Logan, 

Your mom’s calling you to get out of the car.” 

Logan sprang out as if granted a reprieve, stumbling towards Matilda’s open arms. 

“Mommy!” His quivering voice reached her ears as she fought back tears. “Did you miss me these past few days?” 

“So, so much!” 

To comfort Logan, Matilda crouched down and ruffled his soft hair, her voice thick with emotion. “Mommy’s caught a bit of a cold, but don’t you worry about me.” 

“Seriously!” Logan, sounding like a little adult, shook his head. “Without me around, you just don’t take care of yourself!” 

Matilda laughed at his tone, but then she felt a lump in her throat and murmured, “Yeah… without you, I can’t even sleep well.” 

“I’ll try to come back.” Logan’s clear eyes locked with Matilda’s, his gaze trembling her heart. “Mommy, don’t give up hope. I always think about you, and you’ve got to keep trying, too, to bring me back home Someday!” 

Matilda’s eyes welled up once more. “Okay, I promise you. Is Yvan treating you well?” 

Logan pretended to boast, “Super well, gourmet meals three times a day!” 

Matilda’s expression darkened as the boy continued, “But I still want to come back to you, even if every meal you cook ends up burnt.” 

This time, Matilda couldn’t hold back her tears, and they rolled down her cheeks as she hugged Logan, crying, “Logan… I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry I can’t protect you…” 

Why, why did he have to be Yvan’s child? Why couldn’t he be just hers so their little world would never again be disturbed by anyone else? 

The harsh reality was inescapable; no matter how far she fled, she was always dragged back. Yvan was fighting to take her child, and she felt powerless to stop him. 

Logan, seeing his mother cry, felt a twinge of sorrow himself, “Mommy, don’t cry. At least Mr. Boyd doesn’t mistreat me. Maybe when I’m a bit older, I can negotiate with him. We’re not 

Chapter 60 

without options.” 

Look at her five–year–old son, fighting with every fiber of his being to return to her side from 

Yvan’s. 

Matilda felt fortunate beyond words to have such a son.