A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Matilda wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet. She had to keep searching, stubbornly holding onto the slim hope that someone out there could lend her a hand. She couldn’t admit defeat here, not now.

It wasn’t until dusk, after yet another law office had shown her the door that she began to accept that some endings might be inevitable from the start.

If it was Yvan she was up against, she was destined to lose.

Matilda sat on the curb, her eyes rimmed with red. She pulled out her cell phone, intending to call Yvan–not to speak with him, but to hear Logan’s voice one more time.

But as she held her phone, she hesitated, then reluctantly put it away.

Sniffling. Matilda stood up. It’s okay. No luck today, but there’s always tomorrow! NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Mason was driving by the mall when he spotted Matilda sitting on the sidewalk. Raising an eyebrow in surprise, he found a spot to park and walked over to her.

Only when his

Shadow fell beside her did Matilda look up and see Mason. She instinctively moved away before steadying herself and said coolly, “Mr. Farrell.”

“That afraid of me?” Mason chuckled, “Come on, last time I really just wanted to help you and Yvan…

Help her and Yvan? As if they needed anyone’s help. Their battles had always been to the bitter end.

“You haven’t had the best five years, have you?” Mason tried to make conversation, but Matilda’s indifference was clear–she didn’t want to hear it.

Mason could only apologize. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry for last time. I lied to you about our company wanting to collaborate. Truth is, I was helping Yvan find you. I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?”

Matilda finally cracked a small smile. “It’s fine, Mr. Farrell. Is there something you wanted from

me?”

Damn, tough nut to crack!

Mason narrowed his eyes and stepped closer. “You look down and out. Ran into some trouble?” Matilda didn’t answer right away. After a long pause, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and said coolly, “Looking for a lawyer.”

“A lawyer?” Mason was taken aback, “What do you need a lawyer for?”

“It’s about my child. I have to go to court against Yvan.”

Matilda clenched her teeth. “He took our child back to the Boyd family on his own. But that’s my

child, too!”

Mason hadn’t expected such a situation between Yvan and Matilda. He grew contemplative for a moment. “It’s tough, I won’t sugarcoat it. In Sea City, even in the whole of Ashton City, winning a case against Yvan is like climbing Everest.”

Matilda had braced herself, but Mason’s words still made her heart quiver, “But as the child’s mother, I have all the advantages on my side.”

“No matter your advantage, going against Yvan in court…” Mason shook his head, “Don’t count on winning.

The light in Matilda’s eyes dimmed, and after a long silence, she whispered, “Is that so? But… I can’t give up on my son. He’s my life.”

Mason’s expression softened with sympathy, and he sighed. “Look on the bright side. The child is with Yvan, his own flesh and blood. Yvan won’t mistreat him. The Boyd family has better resources, the kid won’t suffer. You’re young, don’t waste your life on Yvan. There’s still time for new beginnings.”