A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 258

Cyprian's hair stood on end with rage. "And why the hell is he wrapping his arm around my sister's waist? Where's the gun? Hand it over! I'm gonna blow his brains out!"

Baxter felt a chill crawl up his spine as if a wave of murderous intent was sweeping towards them. He shivered and glanced back, but everything looked normal.

"Why do I feel like someone's got their eyes on me?" Baxter muttered to himself.

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After walking the red carpet with Orson, Matilda weaved through the crowd with him, constantly encountering women who deliberately leaned into Orson before shyly saying hello, "Good evening, Mr. Orson."

Orson usually kept a straight face, but now, due to the grandeur of the event, he forced a smile every now and then. Although his smiles looked more like sneers, he felt his cheeks stiffen.

Matilda couldn't help but let out a giggle from the sidelines.

Orson's face tightened, "What's so funny?"

They settled on a plush couch, and a server brought them two cups of coffee. Matilda thanked the server with a smile.

Continuing to gaze at Orson, she said, "You're different from my brother in this respect."

Her words were sincere, and Orson narrowed his eyes slightly, "Isn't that obvious? I'm not your brother."

Matilda was momentarily speechless. After a pause, she added, "Yeah, you're not him."

One day, Logan would have to face this harsh reality as well.

Gideon was always kind, and his smile radiated warmth and gentleness. He was like the energetic big brother next door—kind, generous, with noble birth and a cultured poise.

But Orson only shared his face; beyond that, there was nothing in common.

A gaze that lasted an eternity.

In that moment, a torrent of bloody love and hate from memories flooded through the cracks, reflecting a love so intense it lost her, and a hatred so deep it was startling.

Pierced by Yvan's gaze, Matilda rose from the couch, her expression guarded.

Yvan laughed at himself—she was on guard even against him.

Orson slightly turned his head, catching Yvan in his peripheral vision. Without changing his stoic expression, as if the sky could fall and he'd remain impassive, he spoke as Yvan approached, "Mr. Boyd, here for a stroll down memory lane?"

The words "stroll down memory lane" carried an unmistakable sarcasm.

Yvan smiled with narrowed eyes, "Just happened to see you, thought I'd say hello."