A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Yvan started to notice something was off with Logan in the past few days.

The kid seemed to be growing more rebellious by the minute, and Yvan couldn’t quite.put his finger on why. The emotion in Logan’s eyes was so intense that Yvan found it challenging to meet his gaze.

Lately, Ella had been insisting on staying with the Boyds, leading to frequent clashes with Logan. Each confrontation ended with Ella running to Yvan in tears, seeking justice. But the little boy seemed to have no interest in defending himself.

He would watch Ella fling herself into Yvan’s arms with an indifference that suggested he didn’t care one bit about his father’s escapades, no matter how many mistresses the man had.

On the rare occasions when Yvan was at work, Ella would glare at Logan venomously, “Don’t get too smug!”

Logan would smirk back at her sarcastically, “I couldn’t care less about your stuff.”

It was as if he had put up a barrier of thorns around himself, repelling Ella and Yvan. His smile was hollow, and his eyes carried a mocking hatred. How could a five–year–old harbor such resentment?

Ella made her move on a weekend when Violet was out visiting friends. That evening, Yvan was also taking her to a dinner party. Ella sneakily handed the house keys to someone else, leaving Logan alone in the Boyd residence, setting the stage for another kidnapping attempt.

At ten o’clock, when Yvan returned home, he was horrified by the chaos. It felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him. The living room looked as if it had been ransacked, and Yvan took a deep breath, shocked that such a crime could occur in their upscale, secure neighborhood.

A terrible thought crossed his mind, and Yvan sprinted up to Logan’s room, calling out, “Logan!”

But there was no answer.

His heart constricted with fear, his face turning ashen, his breath quickening. The house was empty, save for Logan, when he had left for the evening.

Frantically, Yvan searched every nook and cranny, his voice quivering with panic, “Logan! Can you hear me? Logan, where are you?”

Logan was gone…

Those people had taken him…

Yvan’s pupils narrowed with dread. If Matilda knew what had happened to Logan under his roof, she would be ready to go to war!

Meanwhile, Ella was reveling in her malice, surprised at how deeply Yvan cared for Logan despite his usual indifference. She had played her cards right; it was best to nip the problem in

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the bud.

“Yvan, don’t panic. Let’s just keep looking,” she cooed.

“Look for what?” Yvan roared, his eyes bloodshot with fury, looking more terrifying than Ella had ever seen. He was like a child who had lost his last shred of hope as he screamed, “Call the cops! Call them now!”

Logan was his flesh and blood; even if Yvan was seen as a scoundrel by others, his heart ached with worry.

When the police heard that the illustrious Mr. Boyd’s home had been burglarized and his son kidnapped, they rushed over in the middle of the night to investigate. But they found the scene in disarray, with furniture and belongings shattered and any potential evidence destroyed, complicating their search.

Seeing the officers shaking their heads. Yvan grabbed one by the collar and shouted, “Find my son! If you can’t, I swear I’ll have your badges by tomorrow!”

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As Yvan spiraled into madness, Ella clutched her chest, a mix of satisfaction and fear taking hold. Luckily, her plan was foolproof, leaving no trace behind. If Yvan ever discovered her involvement, she might never recover from his wrath.