A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 507

But it was when Opal declared, "Matilda should rot in jail," that Yvan, who had been silent and indifferent, suddenly looked up. His eyes were fierce, like the leader of a wolf pack under the crescent moon.

Opal was startled by her grandson's gaze, but she quickly snapped back to reality and pointed at Yvan, "What's with that look? Are you rebelling against your grandma now?"

Rebellion it was! Her sweet boy was growing wings, daring to look at her with such defiance!

Yvan remained silent, going back to his previous demeanor. No matter how Opal pressed, his response was always nonchalant—"Don't know, haven't thought about it."

Eventually, Opal, fuming, clutched her chest and yelled, "I'm asking you, are you still infatuated with that hussy, Matilda?"

Hussy.

A barely perceptible frown crossed Yvan's brow, his eyes reflecting a whirlwind of emotions, but all that came out was a cold, "No."

Opal breathed a sigh of relief. If her grandson had truly fallen under Matilda's spell, she feared it would be the death of her!

"Good, there's still time to mend your ways. In a few days, go with Rachel to get your marriage license and settle down. Let's put this matter to rest!"

Opal was clearly still worried that Yvan might be bewitched by Matilda. In her eyes, a Boyd was never wrong; if there was a mistake, it was always the other party's fault.

But Yvan remained silent about marrying Rachel, not uttering a word until Opal had vented all her anger and finally allowed him to leave.

Yvan didn't linger, walking out of the Boyd family mansion. With Rachel now living there, he preferred staying in his own apartment.

Seeing Yvan leaving, Rachel, in her wheelchair, followed, calling out, "Yvan..."

Yvan paused, turning to see Rachel struggling to catch up, and finally slowed down. "What are you doing here?"

Rachel's eyes reddened, looking like she was about to cry, "Yvan, I admit Matilda was an innocent victim, but when you decided to go public in this way, did you ever consider my feelings? You only think about what you owe Matilda, wanting to clear her name, but what about what you owe me?"

Her voice was almost a scream, and Yvan squinted, almost enjoying her distress, his lips curving into a smile.

"Rachel."

His voice was seductive, yet Rachel inexplicably felt a chill...

The man smiling at her now... she was no longer sure she understood him at all...

"I'll take responsibility for your injury."