A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 405

Whoa, this little rascal's playing coy now.

R7CKY, a man of his word, immediately powered up another laptop and started hammering away at the keyboard. "Hold on, sweetheart, daddy's about to track your IP address. Let's see, are you at the hospital in Sea City right now? Lemme just hack into a street cam real quick and get a peek at you…"

But the next second, the screen went kaput.

R7CKY roared at the other computer screen, "Was this your doing? You dare to hack my work computer?!"

There was Logan, perched on a toilet seat, clicking his tongue in wonder, "Wow, your computer’s loaded with… well, a lot of those…"

A lot of…

Feigning innocence, Logan asked, "Dude, why do you have so many naked videos on your computer?"

"You motherf…" R7CKY, unfazed, grabbed a third laptop, connecting all sorts of cables before launching a counterattack, "Just you wait, if you dare touch my 5GB of precious files, I'm gonna lose it!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Matilda snickered mischievously, "Dude, you gotta support the original DVDs, you know. Just downloading torrents and clips, that's all pirated stuff."

"I don't care! I'm a hacker, pirating is my jam!"

"…" There was no arguing with his twisted logic.

Five minutes later, just as Logan remotely took over R7CKY’s desktop, control was snatched back. "Come on, man, we're like family. No need to go to war over this, right?"

"Oh…" Logan had thought Yvan was more skilled than that.

Matilda had taken her medication and fallen asleep early that evening. The meds Keaton prescribed were always potent. Yvan, struggling with insomnia, had tried them too, only to wake up the next day in the hospital room, staring eye to eye with Matilda from their respective beds.

Checking the time, it was already 1 PM.

He had slept from 8 PM the previous night all the way to 1 PM the next day!

For him, this was nothing short of a horror story. When Keaton came in for his rounds, he commented on the miraculous effect of the medication and suggested adjusting Yvan's dose. But Yvan swore off it, valuing his time too much to spend it sleeping.

Yet, that afternoon, an unexpected visitor arrived at the hospital.