A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 387

Orson deftly retrieved a handgun hidden behind a painting on the wall, just as a voice rang out behind him, “Hey, put the gun down, will ya? A misfire would be really nasty.”

That voice?!

Orson’s pupils shrank as he turned, his gun now aimed at Logan’s heart. The kid had somehow appeared before him, lounging on the deep couch, legs crossed, greeting Orson, “Long time no see, Uncle Orson.”

Orson was taken aback. He remembered when Logan had been captured, the folks at Jungle Union had thrown him straight into their notorious ‘black box’ holding cells, which were all secured with electronic keypad locks. Escaping required cracking three separate codes—a feat virtually impossible for most.

Some folks just vanished without a trace, like those who died in that black box.

But this kid in front of him... How had he managed to escape?

Orson quickly shut and locked the door behind him before approaching, tucking the gun away, “How did you get out?”

“Just walked out, that’s how.”

Logan grinned, “Got lucky, I guess. They forgot to lock the door.”

Really? Orson was skeptical, but the boy’s innocent laughter made it hard to spot anything amiss.

“Uncle Orson, is that a real gun you’ve got?”

Logan pointed at Orson’s now hidden gun, “I’ve only seen them on TV, never a real one.”

Orson sighed, putting the gun completely out of view, “Yes, it’s real. Don’t touch it.”

“Can you teach me how to shoot?”

Logan was curious, tugging at Orson’s sleeve, preventing him from walking away. Orson frowned, “You shouldn’t handle this.”

Despite being captured and brought to this unfamiliar and harsh place, despite escaping on his own, his eyes still shone brightly.

He sat opposite the boy, “I believe you can do it.”

There seemed to be endless miracles and possibilities within this child.

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That night, Matilda was restless and couldn’t sleep. Just then, she heard a faint noise at the door. As she was about to get up, a figure burst in and pinned her down forcefully.

In the darkness, Matilda struggled, but the shadow held her down firmly, rough hands pulling at her shoulder, tearing at her clothes. Matilda screamed, but the intruder forcefully covered her mouth.

No, why was this happening to the Crowe family? Who had they wronged?!