Chapter 27


    Yvan couldn’t fathom how Matilda had managed these past few years. Seeing her sobbing into Logan’s


    shoulder, a peculiar pang of difort twisted in his gut.


    Drying his mother’s tears with a tissue, Logan gently said, “Mommy, let’s go home, okay? Please don’t


    be sad anymore.”


    Hugging him tightly, Matilda trembled. “With you, I can make it through. With you, Mommy can


    survive…”


    Looking up at his fragile mother and then at Yvan standing in the doorway, Logan sighed. “Mom, I told


    you before. Dad came to pick me up today. I know you hate him, but he is… my dad.”


    His young voice carried an undeniable resolve. “Even though I’m not fond of him, having a daddy


    feels… safe. But if you don’t want to go back to him, Mom, I won’t interfere. Your choice is my choice.”


    The tears welled up in Matilda’s eyes once more. “Logan, Mommy’s not afraid anymore. How about we


    go back and live a good life with Uncle?


    The words. “Let’s pretend you never met Yvan and you never had a father went unsaid.


    After putting Matilda to bed, Logan stepped out of the hospital room, his m


    Yvan’s anxious one.


    “How is she?” Yvan asked.


    “She’s calmer now… not as agitated as before.”


    gaze meeting


    Logan stood there, hip features bearing a striking resemnce to Yvan’s. It was evident to any


    discerning eye that they were father and son.


    Sometimes, fate has a twisted sense of humor. The woman Yvan detested had given him such a


    precocious son. But was such early maturity a blessing or a curse?


    “Hey, Dad, it Mom gets better, I have one condition, Logan announced, standing on his tiptoes. “You


    have to let us reunite with our family.”


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    Yvan frowned. “You want me to send you back to that so–called home? What, you want to keep


    wandering around?”


    He couldn’t stand the thought of his son suffering out in the world!


    Logan’s eyes dimmed. “Dad, would you care about Mom if I didn’t exist?”


    The question hit Yvan hard, leaving him speechless and motionless.


    “You see, even if you live together without love, it’s still unhappiness. Taking a deep breath. Logan


    continued, “So, it’s fine for me to live with Mom. You can visit whenever you want. I’ll talk to her about it.


    I promise we won’t cause any trouble at your house. Mom and I are doing


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    Quapter 27


    just fine on our own.”


    He didn’t want to go back to Yvan’s ce.


    Yvan looked at Logan’s face and felt a dull ache in his chest.


    How could a five–year–old have such insight… It was heart–wrenching.


    But Yvan couldn’t let go of his son. After all, a Boyd should be raised by the Boyds!


    During Matida’s recovery at the hospital Yvan brought Logan to visit her every day after preschool. She


    soon emerged from her gloom, though she still red at Yvan with clear hatred.


    Yven thought to himself that at least hatred was better than madness.


    When Matida was discharged Logan walked hand–in–hand with her. She looked fragile and slender,


    even thinner after her stay in the hospital. As they moved through the busy hospital. tobby, she seemed


    like she might copse at any moment.


    Yvan resisted the urge to help her, wondering what it was about this woman that drew his repeated


    attention. After all she was the one responsible for Rachel’s deathl


    Watching Logan hacoily skipping alongside her, Yvan followed them to he


    There & handsome and dashing Gideon arrived to pick them up, his closeness to Logan making it


    seem as though they were the real family.


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    Yven scoffed silency, then returned to his car with his bodyguards.


    atica signed in relief as she sensed Yvan’s watchful gaze disappear.


    Gideon, just back from a business trip, was full of concern. “Everything alright?”


    “Yeah…” Matida reassured him.


    Gideon’s brows furrowed slightly. “Mat tell me the truth. Have you been skipping your medication?”


    Burying her face in her hands. Matilda’s body shook slightly. “I’m not sick. And if I was. I’m


    cured non.


    Logan, feeling sorry for her, suggested. “Mom, let’s finish the treatments, and you’ll bepletely wel


    Matida looked up, her eyes moist, and smiled at Logan, whose face bore a strong resemnce to


    Yvan’s.


    “Okay. Mommy will try to be strong,” she promised, touching his face.


    Later, Logan and Matilda curled up together to watch TV while Gideon found a bottle of pills in her


    drawer. Seeing that it was almost full he knew she hadn’t been taking them seriously for