A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 687

Matilda watched them playfully tussling in the corner, taking a deep breath of relief. Thankfully, things seemed to have returned to normal between them, and Adrian hadn't pressed the issue further, which eased some of her worries.

But the thought of the man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Yvan always sparked a sense of unease within her.

Why did it feel like there was a looming crisis?

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That night, as Matilda and Logan prepared for bed, she turned off the lights, but Logan didn’t lie down.

Puzzled, Matilda asked her son, “Logan, what’s up?”

Lost in his thoughts, Logan furrowed his brows deeply, a gesture eerily reminiscent of Yvan’s focused demeanor at work.

In the dim moonlight streaming through the window, half of the little boy’s face bore the stern shadow of Yvan. After a long pause, Logan finally responded, “Mom, I’ve been wondering if Yvan is really dead.”

Matilda was taken aback. “You mean… Yvan might still be alive?”

“It’s possible,” Logan said, looking out the window. “The appearance of this Yvan made me think that the world’s coincidences are too miraculous. Maybe I started to hope that my dad isn’t dead after all.”

Indeed, the slightest glimmer of hope can reignite the once extinguished flames of despair. Such is the greed of the human heart.

Despite having given up hope on Yvan countless times, Matilda couldn’t help but be moved by the memory of his final leap towards the cliff.

Because they are humans, living beings with emotions that influence others in various ways. A heart can be shattered and left for dead, but it can also be revived.

“But if miracles do exist and Yvan comes back, then all I can do is thank the heavens. Beyond that, I desire nothing more,” Matilda smiled weakly at Logan, a smile tinged with the wisdom of acceptance. “We’re powerless to change anything between us. I'll uphold the Boyd family legacy in his stead, just hoping for his return. As for what lies ahead, it’s like his last words to me, ‘Forget me and live well.’”

It reminded her of a saying she once came across—

There are two most beautiful kinds of relationships in this world: to grow old together or to forget each other in this vast world.

Their relationship had long since strayed too far from growing old together, separated by an insurmountable chasm filled with tangible scars from the past. Thus, it was better to part ways and wish each other well in this boundless world, never to meet again.

This was the conclusion Matilda had reached regarding her relationship with Yvan, the best possible ending.

With a bittersweet smile, Matilda said, “Logan, I hope you grow up without enduring a lifetime of storms like I did.”