A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Logan told his mom to catch some more Zs while Evie’s gaze turned venomous the moment she saw him step out of the room.

At first, she thought he might be Yvan’s love child, but she had never imagined that he was Yvan and Matilda’s kid!

This kid, she simply couldn’t let him stick around!

With Matilda blissfully unaware in her room, Evie approached Logan, who was lounging in the living room, and cooed, “Hey there, what’s your name, sweetie?”

Logan didn’t even glance her way; he just sauntered over to the couch and started setting up a game of chess with himself.

Taking a deep breath, Evie tried again, “Hi, I’m your daddy’s new girlfriend. Aren’t you going to introduce yourself?”

Logan looked up. “New girlfriend? I guess you only say that when Mr. Boyd’s not around. Ma’am, I don’t know you.”

His tone left no doubt that he felt no need to explain himself to her.

Evie’s smile froze on her face, and then, with a glare, she warned Logan, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll tattle to your dad?”

“Go ahead.” Logan was unfazed. “I really don’t care. If he doesn’t want me, that’s just perfect.”

Evie was taken aback by the kid’s resilience. For a moment, she was at a loss, uncertain of Yvan’s feelings. Did he actually like the kid or not?

If he did, why did he lock himself away in his study as soon as he got home?

If he didn’t, why bother bringing him home?

Biting her lip, Evie stood up and marched to the kitchen to whip up a hot chocolate, using boiling water to mix it. She brought it out to Logan.

“As a treat, I made you some hot cocoa. Want some?” she offered as she approached. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Without a second thought, Logan declined, “No, thanks.”

But as if by accident, Evie ‘tripped‘, and the next second, the scalding hot chocolate splashed all over Logan!

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“Ah!”

Scorched by the hot liquid, Logan screamed.

Evie cried out as well, drawing Yvan from upstairs. He stormed down, fury in his eyes, “What’s going on?”

Both Evie’s hand and Logan’s arm bloomed with blisters. Through teary eyes, she stammered, “I… I just wanted to make the boy some hot cocoa, but… but…”

She trailed off as if the words were stuck.

Logan, shocked and in agony, trembled in place, unable to utter a word. He had never experienced such a sudden scalding. His clothes were soaked, the carpet ruined.

Yvan strode over, berating Logan, “Do you think you can just run wild in this house?”

Logan shuddered, coming to his senses to face the angry man before him, his little body shaking from pain and fear.

The confusion in his eyes was crystal clear.

Upstairs in the resting room, Matilda heard the commotion, yanked out her IV, and rushed down, pushing Yvan aside.

Without a word, she slapped Evie across the face!

“Ah!” Evie screamed, “You dare hit me!”

Matilda clutched Logan protectively, her eyes blazing, and hissed at Evie, “Have a problem with me, fine. But you lay a hand on my son; are you even human?”

“Matilda!” Yvan, witnessing Matilda strike first, rushed over and grabbed her wrist, “Apologize to her!”