A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

“What did you just say? Rachel?” Chase looked as if he’d heard something utterly bizarre, furrowing his brows at Mason. “Yvan’s girl?”

With a smirk dancing on his lips, Mason lit up a cigarette and took a drag before replying. “Yeah, that’s the one…”

Rachel couldn’t hold a candle to Matilda. That was as plain as day.

Back in the day, Matilda was unmatched in beauty and brains. Whether it was family heritage, academic achievements, or social standing, Rachel fell short on all accounts compared to Matilda. The only advantage Rachel might have had was her innocent, girl–next–door look.

But Matilda was too proud. She was always the untouchable heiress, never showing that kind of transparent, earnest gaze. In contrast, Rachel had a certain vulnerability that stirred a protective instinct in men.

That might just be the only battle Rachel ever won over Matilda…

As Mason watched Matilda’s retreating figure, he slowly squinted his eyes.

Logan had been particularly well–behaved at home today, helping the housekeepers tidy up the living room and even polish the vases. The staff was visibly on edge, addressing him as ‘young master‘ this and ‘young master‘ that, anxious not to displease him.

“You guys don’t need to call me ‘young master‘,” Logan said, “I might not even stick around here.”

Ruby looked at him with affection, “What are you talking about, Young Master? This is your

home.”

“No,” Logan replied with finality, “This is not my home.”

It never was.

When Violet and her circle of high–society friends returned from their outing, they saw Logan standing neatly dressed at the doorstep and assumed he was waiting for her.

But as she approached, the expression on Logan’s face turned indifferent. He had hoped it was Matilda coming to fetch him. It wasn’t.

“Mommy… when will you come take me home?” He wondered.

“Logan, why are you standing out here?” Violet approached with a look of pleasant surprise. telling him, “Your dad will be a little while longer at work. Come inside.”

Without a word, Logan followed Violet into the Boyd residence, where the housekeepers praised his sensibility to her, marveling at how a child so young could be so helpful and well–behaved.

12:07

But no one realized that it wasn’t about being well–behaved; he was waiting, waiting for Matilda to take him away. He couldn’t stand to be in this place a moment longer…

When Yvan got home, Logan was in the study watching cartoons.

Violet fussed over Yvan, who barely responded, only asking. “Where is he?”

He meant Logan,

Violet replied, “Logan’s been such a good boy today. He’s In the study watching cartoons. Don’t be grumpy now: he’s your child…”

Just look at that – in no time at all, this little brat had everyone in his house wrapped around his finger!

Good boy?

Ha, Yvan let out a cold laugh. This little rascal was all thorns when he was around him!

Yvan ascended to the second–floor study, pushed open the door, and saw Logan sitting there.

Hearing the noise, Logan swiftly switched off the screen.

Yvan approached, resting his hand on Logan’s shoulder, “What were you watching?”

Logan popped up the minimized window, revealing Ultraman on screen. “Just watching Ultraman…”

Ah, still a kid, after all, engrossed in such mindless entertainment…

Yvan frowned slightly, but upon seeing Logan’s face, so similar to his own, his usually stern expression softened a bit. He said to Logan, “From today on, you’re my responsibility. We’ll find time to change your name; you’ll take my last name.”

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