A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 412

Adrian couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at Logan, reaching over to adjust the crown sitting askew on his head, "There you go."

Then came a bunch of Yvan's close friends. Some hadn't had the time to shop for gifts and instead pulled out thick envelopes of cash. Standing aside like a proud coach announcing scores, Yvan called out their names one by one—

"Here's Rafferty."

"Nice to meet you, Rafferty."

Rafferty handed over an envelope stuffed with $8888, sliding it into Logan's hands, "Stash this away, don't let your dad swipe it."

Yvan, standing by, announced, "Alright, gift's given, you can scram."

"Next up is Chase, Keaton's older brother."

"Hello."

"What a good kid!" Chase had bought Logan a high-end diving watch, clearly a pricey limited edition piece, "You're still young, and I couldn't think of anything else. So, I got you this watch. Next year, when you're older, I'll get you a car."

"Are you trying to corrupt Yvan's son? Haha."

"Hey, little Logan, when you grow up, Rafferty will get you a date."

"Rafferty, you shameless man, haha!"

"Yvan's about to start swinging, let's bail!"

When Declan walked in, Yvan didn't bother with introductions, which made the man narrow his eyes, "What, I don't get a mention?"

Yvan replied, "Can't be bothered, just hurry up with your gift."

Declan, clearly irked, pulled a bag from behind him. His gift to Logan was a Bulgari bracelet, to which Yvan scoffed, "Lacks originality."

Noticing the awkwardness between mother and son, and having heard about Matilda's recent state of mind from Yvan, the guests, realizing they were intruding, exchanged looks and found excuses to leave, taking their leave with their coats in hand.

Once the guests had cleared out, the room was left with just Yvan, Carl, Matilda, and Logan.

Logan finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Yvan, "Mr. Boyd, thank you for celebrating my birthday today."

He'd gone to such lengths, likely spending a good deal of money.

But it was more than he could comfortably accept.

Hearing Logan address him as Mr. Boyd felt odd to Yvan; he'd thrown his own son a birthday party, yet Logan kept calling him Mr. Boyd.

How long had it been since Logan called him dad? So long that Yvan couldn't even remember.

However, from a distance, the scene almost looked like a cozy family gathering, with Carl standing guard, Yvan seated across from Logan and Matilda. A photographer came over, snapped a few Polaroid pictures, and handed them over as keepsakes.