Chapter 143


    “Matilda!”


    In that heart–stopping moment, Yvan’s grip on the steering wheel went ck, his body lurching


    backward to grab her. “Are you out of your mind? Do you have a death wish?*


    But in the next instant, the woman turned her head to nce at Yvan with eyes full of despair. Then,


    without any hesitation, she leaped from the speeding car!


    With the vehicle’s momentum, Matilda tumbled onto the asphalt, her knees scraping and bleeding, her


    body spinning until it hit the curb’s flowerbed.


    Yvan mmed on the brakes, the car skidding several meters beforeing to a halt, evidence of just


    how fast they’d been going when she jumped.


    Matilday by the roadside, then pulled herself up, clutching amppost. Blood trickled from a gash on


    her leg, but she seemed oblivious to the pain as she staggered away.


    Yvan followed, but Matilda knew she couldn’t outrun him and stopped.


    Turning around, she screamed at him, “Don’te any closer!”


    That look in her eyes chilled Yvan to the bone.


    “Matilda…” His voice trembled as he called her name. “Why do you insist on doing this?”


    “If youe any closer, I’ll throw myself into traffic!” she threatened.


    Her voice, hoarse and desperate, shook Yvan to his core. He looked up at Matilda, seeing in her eyes a


    reckless determination.


    “I mean it! Yvan, just try me!”


    She despised him, despised everything about the Boyd family, even more than she feared death


    itself.


    Yvan’s eyes reddened. “Do you hate me that much, Matilda?”


    Her response was immediate and unequivocal. “Yes!”


    Yes, she hated him! Hated him enough to prefer death over returning to his side!


    In that moment, Yvan had to face the truth: he’d lost. He’d lost to the stark hatred in her eyes.


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    Trembling, he reached out to her. “Matilda, you’re in the middle of a depressive episode. Just calm


    down, alright? Let’s go home and talk…”


    Matildaughed bitterly. “Home? My home is long gone, Mr. Boyd. Disappointed? My family was ruined


    five years ago.”


    She was no longer the Matilda of the past! Time could never be turned back!


    Yvan covertly dialed a number, hastily texting his men, unsure if they’d understand his cryptic


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    message. Then, he raised his voice again, “Come back to the Boyd estate!”


    “The Boyd estate?” Matilda shook her head. “That’s your home, not mine.”


    “That was…” Our home. Yvan’s voice caught in his throat. Matilda’s expression made it clear she


    wanted no further entanglement with him.


    He couldn’t bear to see her wounded and standing by the roadside, remembering how proud and


    privileged she once was. Who had driven her to this?


    Yvan tried to buy time, waiting for his people to arrive, certain they could take her back by force if


    necessary.


    He… he couldn’t stand the thought of her out of his sight again.


    Hardening his heart, he yed hisst card. “Don’t forget, your son is still at our house!”


    Your son!


    Yvan’s words shook Matilda, her gaze unfocused before slowly sharpening as she looked at him.


    “Yvan, how many more schemes will you use to force me? Doesn’t your heart ache when you use


    Logan as a threat?”


    Yvan was taken aback.


    Matilda continued, “Is it that you’ll only truly hurt when Logan is gone, too?”