A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 365

Matilda stared at Yvan, puzzled by his intense focus on a simple egg. As she moved to clear the kitchenware, she barely caught him eating the egg, not sure when he managed to do so. Their fingers brushed as they both reached for the plate, and Matilda jerked her hand back as if shocked by electricity.

"Sorry..." she said, a bit unnerved, watching him place the dishes in the sink. Yvan's posture was tense, as if he was a bow drawn tight, struggling to contain some emotion. Matilda turned to face him, her voice soft, "Yvan, the hospital bills... did you cover them for me?"

Yvan looked back at her, his handsome features shadowed by a depth in his eyes that Matilda found unsettling yet profound.

"Don't worry about the expenses."

"But..."

"It's what I owe you."

After this exchange, silence fell between them. Matilda felt stiff, the pain from her injuries nagging at her, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into her bed. Yet, with Yvan still in the room, bearing a gaze heavy with unspoken secrets, she felt overwhelmed.

Perhaps there had been something significant between her and this man, but she had forgotten.

Forgetting seemed like a good strategy. She took a step forward, while Yvan remained motionless.

Flashes of memory crossed Matilda's mind, bringing a sharp pain deep in her brain. She closed her eyes, frowning, as if hearing echoes of cries and the piercing sound of sirens tearing through the sky—

"Doctor, save her! Doctor!"

"We're out of blood, get some from the neighboring hospital, hurry!" Keaton was yelling, "Damn it, how can we be out of blood at a time like this? Are you kidding me!"

Upon hearing this, Yvan's eyes reddened with blood vessels, gripping Keaton's bloodied surgical gown, "What's her condition? Is she in danger?"

"Put on a sterile gown and come in, help with the blood transfusion." Keaton glanced at him, "You're A-positive, right?"

Without a second thought, Yvan donned the sterile gown and sat beside Matilda's operating table, his arm hooked to a needle connected by a tube, his blood flowing steadily into Matilda.

His complexion was pale. As Keaton worked to fix Matilda's bones, blood splattered on his face and a few droplets landed near Yvan's eyes. Watching blood well up from a small fountain in Matilda's chest, his heart ached.