Chapter 155


    For a whole week, Yvan had not set foot in Matilda’s hospital room. When he finally re–entered the


    sterile space. Matilda’s pale face lifted to meet his gaze, her eyes seething with a startling intensity of


    loathing.


    “I’m taking our son with me,” she dered.


    It wasn’t a plea but a statement, crisp and clear.


    A twitch flickered between Yvan’s brows. He couldn’t quite exin his obsession with Logan, their son.


    Perhaps he feared that if Logan left. Matilda would vanish from his life entirely.


    Holding Logan close was like holding onto Matilda; it was his way of keeping her within his


    grasp.


    But this time, the raw emotion in Matilda’s eyes frightened him. She seemed to have cast aside. all her


    vulnerabilities, ready to flee from him at all costs.


    His voice took on a darker edge. “You don’t have the right to take Logan away.”


    Matilda remained silent, her voice only surfacing after a long pause. “Yvan, if you want to be a part of


    Logan’s life, then you bettere clean about E! I won’t let my son be around a murderer!”


    The usation set a wave of irritation through Yvan. “What do you want to achieve with this tantrum,


    Matilda? I admit the kidnapping was an unfortunate ident, but can’t you stop ndering innocent


    people? Murderer? Who is the murderer here?”


    Matilda felt as if her chest had been torn open, the icy wind whistling through the gaping hole. She fixed


    her gaze on Yvan’s handsome face, searching for a shred of guilt or remorse, but he was impassive.


    Sheughed bitterly. “Yvan, it doesn’t matter if you don’t believe me. I’m beyond caring! But I will never


    put my son back in such danger! It’s because of you that he was taken!”


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    “Have you had enough of this?” Yvan could no longer contain his frustration and roared, “Matilda, stop


    using your grievances to justify your overreactions!”


    Her body shuddered under the force of his shout, and with a low, mockingugh, she retorted, “Me?


    Grievances? What right do I have to feel aggrieved when my life is in someone else’s hands?”


    She was taunting him relentlessly.


    Yvan understood her game, but as he stepped closer and saw the redness in her eyes, the hurtful


    words he meant to say suddenly got stuck in his throat.


    Matilda had once warned him, “Yvan, one day, I will leave your world for good.”


    She wanted to escape desperately.


    When Yvan stormed out, mming the door behind him, his hands trembled violently. Matilda’s


    expression always made him feel as if their hopeless situation might Indeed be reaching its


    end.


    What would he do the day Logan could no longer anchor her to him? Yvan’s heart shook at the


    thought.


    The next day, the skies over Sea City wept a torrential downpour as if the heavens themselves were


    crying. The rainshed against people’s faces, stinging with its ferocity.


    It was on this dreary day that Matilda chose to leave.


    She packed her bags, determined to discharge herself from the hospital, her body still marked. with


    bruises. At the reception desk, Yvan arrived to visit her while she waspleting the discharge


    paperwork. His eyes immediately found her frail form amid the crowd. She looked painfully thin after


    the ordeal of the kidnapping.


    Noticing the luggage at her side, Yvan’s heart clenched. He strode over and grabbed her wrist. “What


    are you trying to pull now?”


    But Matilda simply looked up at him with an indifferent gaze as if he were a stranger.


    She pulled her hand free and gave Yvan a wry smile. “Yvan, I’ve finally escaped your clutches.”