A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 363

Yvan had no idea what kind of news he would hear standing outside Matilda's hospital room. But as Adrian's words reached his ears, his heart skipped a beat, his breathing quickened, and his entire body felt numb as if the blood had drained from it.

Turning around, Yvan's tall silhouette walked alone through the corridor, his steps growing larger and faster until he reached the hospital's elevator. Just as Carl stepped out of the elevator, he collided with the rushing Yvan.

Carl took a step back, "I'm sorry, Mr. Boyd, we've found a way to alleviate Ms. Thompson's memory stress..."

Yvan paused, his eyes slightly red. Turning to Carl, he said, "Give me the files."

"Aren't you going to visit her in the room?"

He had rushed off from work so eagerly to see Matilda, and now he was ready to leave without even seeing her.

Without a word, Yvan stepped into the elevator, followed by Carl, who was puzzled but remained silent.

Looking at Yvan's face, it was clear. He was holding back, struggling, with so much unsaid.

...

Adrian was dumbfounded, his mouth agape.

Matilda solemnly apologized to Adrian and then, with an innocent look, said, "I can't accept your feelings because I don't remember you."

This excuse was perfect, universal, covering everything with a simple 'I don't remember!'

She was dodging responsibility with ease!

Matilda lowered her gaze, slipping her hand from his, whispering, "I'm sorry, but without my past, I don’t think it’s fair to let you try to cheer me up time and again. Maybe it’ll get better once I start to remember."

"No!" Adrian panicked. What if Matilda remembered the bad things he had done? All his efforts would be for nothing!

"It's okay if you don't remember," Adrian said hurriedly. "You're still you, whole and complete. You don't have to force yourself to recall the past."

"Really?" Matilda murmured, her gaze vacant as she stared out the window. "But I feel like I've forgotten something important, something I need to remember..."

Who was it that lived in her memories, calling out to her in the darkness, promising to make amends? Matilda couldn't remember. Shaking her head and pressing her temples, she said, "Until I remember my past, I can't irresponsibly accept anyone's feelings."

She smiled, the same distant Matilda, with her unshakeable principles and rationale. Adrian knew her strength well. After a long stare and a bitter smile, he sighed, "Alright."