Chapter 70
Matilda’s gaze snapped onto Evie. Her silence failed to mask the cutting sharpness in her eyes. There was a chill in those orbs that sent an involuntary shiver down Evie’s spine.
How could a woman who’s done time have such a presence?
Evie retreated, seeking refuge in Yvan’s embrace, but Yvan, with a poker face, subtly put more distance between them.
Ignoring the obvious, Evie clung to Yvan’s arm and turned to Matilda with a sneer. “Once you’re feeling better, pack your bags and get out. The Boyd family doesn’t harbor freeloaders.”
She spoke as if she were the lady of the Boyd household.
Yvan had grown to detest this woman. It wasn’t him who had been with her that night, which is why he had turned off the lights and had someone cover her eyes. But the mere thought of Matilda stirred such fury within him that, out of spite, he had summoned Evie back.
What a curse…..
Once outside, Yvan shook off Evie with a cold, merciless look. “You know why I called you here. Stay in your lane. If you overstep again, I’ll make sure you’ll never speak another word.”
Evie stared at Yvan, filled with fear, resentment, and a touch of self–pity. What did she lack compared to that sanctimonious woman?
But she didn’t dare voice this in front of Yvan; instead, she stored her vengeance for
Matilda.
After Yvan left, only Matilda, her son, and the doctor remained.
Dr. Keaton sighed, “There seems to be a misunderstanding.”
“The misunderstanding is too deep. It doesn’t matter if it’s resolved or not,” Matilda replied, her tone detached, but her eyes betrayed fragmented light. “There’s no going back.”
“I hope you both can find peace.”
Everyone had thought Matilda and Yvan were the golden couple destined for each other. How had they come to this point of mutual destruction?
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“What’s the point of finding peace?” Matilda’s laugh was laced with irony. “Why should I? I’m clear about love and hate. I stand by my actions. If I choose to hate, it will be for life. I’ll never forgive him; never give him a chance!”
“Yvan is… well, he’s cruel, but maybe he’s just awkward with his emotions. You were imprisoned for five years, and he didn’t take another woman. Evie was not his doing. Maybe he does have feelings for you.”
“Feelings?” Matilda laughed until tears rimmed her eyes. “Do feelings guarantee a lifetime? Look at what I’ve become. It’s a gift from his own hands. If he claims to have feelings for me now, wouldn’t that be slapping his own face?”
Yvan stood silently at the door, overhearing Matilda’s piercing words. A frost seemed to settle over his features, casting a daunting shadow over his presence.
Dr. Keaton was Yvan’s friend, naturally defending him.
She thought, “But Yvan, do you think a simple mention of care can erase the suffering of these past five years as if it never happened?”
Matilda felt drained of the energy to argue. To some people, ‘it doesn’t matter anymore‘ is just an excuse, making any attempt at justification futile.
Only their son remained between Matilda and Yvan.
Once she secured custody, she’d leave for good, never looking back.
