Chapter 190


    Yvan started to notice something was off with Logan in the past few days.


    The kid seemed to be growing more rebellious by the minute, and Yvan couldn’t quite.put his finger on


    why. The emotion in Logan’s eyes was so intense that Yvan found it challenging to meet his gaze.


    Lately, E had been insisting on staying with the Boyds, leading to frequent shes with Logan. Each


    confrontation ended with E running to Yvan in tears, seeking justice. But the little boy seemed to


    have no interest in defending himself.


    He would watch E fling herself into Yvan’s arms with an indifference that suggested he didn’t care


    one bit about his father’s escapades, no matter how many mistresses the man had.


    On the rare asions when Yvan was at work, E would re at Logan venomously, “Don’t get too


    smug!”


    Logan would smirk back at her sarcastically, “I couldn’t care less about your stuff.”


    It was as if he had put up a barrier of thorns around himself, repelling E and Yvan. His smile was


    hollow, and his eyes carried a mocking hatred. How could a five–year–old harbor such resentment?


    E made her move on a weekend when Violet was out visiting friends. That evening, Yvan was also


    taking her to a dinner party. E sneakily handed the house keys to someone else, leaving Logan alone


    in the Boyd residence, setting the stage for another kidnapping attempt.


    At ten o’clock, when Yvan returned home, he was horrified by the chaos. It felt like a bolt of lightning


    had struck him. The living room looked as if it had been ransacked, and Yvan took a deep breath,


    shocked that such a crime could ur in their upscale, secure neighborhood.


    A terrible thought crossed his mind, and Yvan sprinted up to Logan’s room, calling out, “Logan!”


    But there was no answer.


    His heart constricted with fear, his face turning ashen, his breath quickening. The house was empty,


    save for Logan, when he had left for the evening.


    Frantically, Yvan searched every nook and cranny, his voice quivering with panic, “Logan! Can you


    hear me? Logan, where are you?”


    Logan was gone…


    Those people had taken him…


    Yvan’s pupils narrowed with dread. If Matilda knew what had happened to Logan under his roof, she


    would be ready to go to war!


    Meanwhile, E was reveling in her malice, surprised at how deeply Yvan cared for Logan despite his


    usual indifference. She had yed her cards right; it was best to nip the problem in


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    the bud.


    “Yvan, don’t panic. Let’s just keep looking,” she cooed.


    “Look for what?” Yvan roared, his eyes bloodshot with fury, looking more terrifying than E had ever


    seen. He was like a child who had lost hisst shred of hope as he screamed, “Call the cops! Call them


    now!”


    Logan was his flesh and blood; even if Yvan was seen as a scoundrel by others, his heart ached with


    worry.


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    When the police heard that the illustrious Mr. Boyd’s home had been burrized and his son


    kidnapped, they rushed over in the middle of the night to investigate. But they found the scene in


    disarray, with furniture and belongings shattered and any potential evidence destroyed,plicating


    their search.


    Seeing the officers shaking their heads. Yvan grabbed one by the cor and shouted, “Find my son! If


    you can’t, I swear I’ll have your badges by tomorrow!”


    Material possessions were trivialpared to Logan’s safety.


    As Yvan spiraled into madness, E clutched her chest, a mix of satisfaction and fear taking hold.


    Luckily, her n was foolproof, leaving no trace behind. If Yvan ever discovered her involvement, she


    might never recover from his wrath.