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 be more and more frequent.


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    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


    itughable? 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 suddenlyughed.


    So that was her angle!


    With a nonchnt curve of his lips, he said, “Five million dors, 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, sheughed–augh that


    seemed to darken the skies. “If you’re so eager topensate 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 des. 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’sugh was cold, the pain in her heart


    sharp but familiar. She had endured a far deeper agony five years ago.


    “Yvan, if that’s how you see me, then I’ll fulfill your expectations. From today, there are only old grudges


    between us, no past affection!” She thought.


    “Make sure the money’s transferred promptly. Then, I might consider whether or not to hand Logan


    over to you. Otherwise, I doubt you can afford to keep my precious son…” Herughter was seductive


    as she caught a glimpse of Yvan’s furious face, making her smile even broader.


    “Yvan, after all these years, you’re still the same–arrogant and enchanting. But it’s a shame that your


    heart, like five years ago, hasn’t softened in the slightest,” she said inwardly.


    “You’re truly cruel, Yvan.”


    With those words lingering in the air, Matilda turned and walked away, leaving Yvan standing. there,


    stunned.


    Her retreating figure was slender and upright as if she had walked straight out of the darkness of the


    last five years, alone the entire time. She hadn’t relied on a man; Yvan knew that. Matildal had her


    pride; she wouldn’t let her impressive talents be overshadowed by depending on a man for her


    sess.


    But how hard it must have been for her, walking that path alone after getting out of prison?