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 ande see me. I won’t step foot in that car.


    Her vignce was palpable; she was determined not to let herself be tainted by anything rted to


    Yvan.


    With no choice but to ry her message, the butler did just that. Yvan, upon hearing her words.


    couldn’t help but let out augh 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!”


    Tofort 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!”


    Matildaughed 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 toe 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 toe 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.


    She smiled, stroking Logan’s face. “Always the sweet talker. Make a pinky promise with Mommy, and


    when I get through this tough time, I’ll bring you back to our own home.”


    Logan extended his finger with a grin, “Pinky promise!”


    Matilda stood up, patting Logan on the shoulder. “Alright, go back now.”


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    “I wanted to stay with you a bit longer…” Logan pouted, “You seem so eager to send me away, hmph.


    You must think I’m a burden!”


    “Who taught you that?” Matilda was moved to tears andughter in turn, “Mommy’s just worried you’ll


    catch a cold standing out here in the chill.”


    Logan pointed over Matilda’s shoulder. “I thought maybe you were trying to push me away because


    you wanted to start something new with that man over there!”


    Matilda stiffened, turning to see the blond man standing in the breeze. The evening sun cast a


    shattered orange glow in his eyes, making them shimmer and appear misty. His towering frame stood


    with hands in pockets, an almost–smiling, roguish charm on his face, exuding the formidable presence


    of a fashion model.