A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99 

When Matilda woke up the next day, she found herself draped in a luxurious blanket, the kind only Yvan would custom order, monogrammed with his initials at the 

corner. 

The letters Y.B seemed to scorch into her field of vision like branding iron, and with a jolt, she flung the blanket to the floor, gasping for breath. 

Logan, startled by her action, blinked his eyes open and lifted his head to look at her, “Mommy, what’s wrong?” 

“I’m fine.” Matilda gathered her wits about her, scoffing at the idea that Yvan would cover her with a blanket. How could that be possible? 

“I must’ve fallen asleep with you last night.” Matilda caressed Logan’s face, “Has your fever come down? I should be going now.” 

“Don’t go, Mommy!” 

Logan clutched the hem of Matilda’s clothes, his voice barely above a whisper, “Can you stay with me just one more day, please?” 

Seeing the longing in Logan’s eyes, Matilda couldn’t help but sigh, “I won’t stay the night, but I’ll stay with you until the afternoon, okay?” 

Logan nodded, his eyes rimmed with red, “I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to be alone in this big house.” 

It felt so empty, devoid of family warmth and affection. 

Matilda comforted him for a moment before heading downstairs to whip up some breakfast, her movements as fluid as if she’d done this countless times before. 

Yvan, who had risen early, was taken aback when he saw the figure bustling about in the kitchen. For a moment, he was transported five years back, to the days when Matilda would rise at dawn to make him breakfast, even though he never once took 

it with him. 

But now, as he watched her from the staircase, a wave of familiarity washed over him, and he found himself lost in a daze. 

Matilda emerged from the kitchen with a plate of sunny–side–up eggs and bacon, her voice cold as she saw Yvan, as if she was merely performing a routine, “I apologize for using the ingredients from your fridge.” 

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Chapter 99 

Her words were flat, but she remembered everything, every piece of furniture in the 

kitchen, each steeped in memories. 

Matilda’s shoulders trembled as she faced Yvan. She told herself not to be afraid; she 

had nothing left to lose. 

Yvan noticed Matilda’s slight quiver and stared at her for a long while before uttering an indifferent “Mm–hmm“. 

There he was, looking fearless as ever. 

Matilda felt like a fool, wounded by memories that, it seemed, had only ever affected her.