A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 737

During their night out, Yvan excused himself for a quick restroom break, and later, when Mark went to settle the bill, he was informed that it had already been taken care of.

Mark instinctively asked, "Who paid?" The receptionist mentioned it was the good-looking guy from their booth. Instantly, Mark thought of Yvan, knowing he was the only one who had stepped out, since Chase hadn't left the table at any point.

Mark just lowered his eyes, not saying much. However, when Chase was dragging Yvan away later, Yvan seemed quite displeased.

Frowning, Yvan's handsome face was clouded with annoyance. "I don't want that guy standing next to Matilda."

Chase was tempted to smack him on the back of his head. "If she's not with him, you think she'd be with you?"

Yvan even managed a laugh, his scoundrel charm peaking through. "Of course, she should be with me! Who dares to mess with my girl? I'll be the first to take him down!"

Chase watched Yvan silently for a moment. Meanwhile, Matilda had said her goodbyes and was about to head home. Yvan offered to drive her, but Chase stopped him, leaving Yvan to watch as Matilda got into Mark's car.

"What are you trying to do?" Yvan turned and asked.

Chase watched the car drive away before turning back to Yvan. "Do you really not remember how you treated Matilda back then?"

Yvan raised an eyebrow, finding the question somewhat amusing. "Do I look like I'm pretending?"

Chase squinted, "Well, it's completely different from how you are now."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Yvan asked, a bit defensively. "Is it so strange that I'm nice to her now?"

Chase nodded vigorously. "Absolutely bizarre! And I don't mean to be rude, but before you lost your memory, you were a total jerk to Matilda. Bullying her, belittling her, and you wouldn't listen to anyone. If I were Matilda and heard you were gone, I'd probably pop a bottle of champagne to celebrate. She's too kind, even coming forward to clear your name. Man, you were the worst, like if there were a hall of fame for jerks, you'd be inducted on the first ballot."

Yvan was speechless for a moment before slowly responding, "It wasn't... that bad, was it?"

Chase gave him a look. "Oh, please. You were the definition of a bad guy. Fooled by a sweet talker, mistreating your loyal wife, and even going after her kid. That's your child too; how could you?"

"I..." Yvan's expression darkened, "How could I possibly..."

Chase raised an eyebrow. "Don't believe me? Ask anyone on the street if they remember a guy named Yvan making a public confession on TV about his wrongdoings. The whole country heard about the sins you committed."

Yvan was defiant. "The past me isn't the present me, and the future me isn't the present me either. Even this moment's me isn't the last moment's me. Everything is uncertain!"

"Don't try to confuse the issue with quantum physics concepts. I'm a lawyer, you really want to debate this with me?" Chase patted Yvan's shoulder. "Buddy, just one thing, winning Matilda back is going to be a long journey."