A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Mason couldn’t fathom why he was always the one trying to get Matilda to see sense and move on from Yvan.

But Matilda’s eyes inevitably welled up with tears. “For me, having my child close is all that matters. Without him, what good is all the money in the world?”

Mason looked deep into Matilda’s eyes, “I didn’t say you have to abandon your child, Matilda. You can visit him at the Boyd residence and play with him, but you need to break free from the shackles his presence has on you. You know what I mean, right?”

Matilda’s face registered shock, and as Mason watched her expression shift, he cracked a smile, “There’s the proud Thompson heiress I remember.”

The words ‘Thompson heiress‘ stung Matilda as if a needle had pricked her heart, spreading a fine pain deep inside. She looked at Mason with tearful eyes, and it took her a while to mutter, “Thank you, Mr. Farrell. You always bring me insights that clear the fog.”

He was the one who had said before that some wounds need to be exposed to sunlight.

In a gesture of gratitude, Matilda offered to take Mason out for a meal, to which he readily agreed, “Can I pick somewhere fancy?”

Matilda blinked. “Yvan gave me five million. Treating you to dinner won’t be an issue.”

“Well, looks like you’re starting to see the bright side and enjoy life,” Mason chuckled. He casually pointed to a steakhouse in the mall, and they walked in together, overhearing whispers nearby.

“Did you see that guy? He’s so handsome…”

“Both of them look familiar, probably rich kids. Seen them somewhere before.”

Matilda, in her light trench coat and heels, seemed a bit underdressed for the chilly season, exuding a cool elegance. Her long, quick strides hinted at a once–dominant demeanor.

When they entered, the hostess was taken aback by their presence and, after a moment’s hesitation, asked, “Do you have a reservation?”

Matilda shook her head. “No, any table for two will do.”

But the hostess, sensing their stature, led them straight to a private room. After setting them up with silverware and pouring water, she presented the menu.

Mason flipped through the menu, remarking with a smile, “I have a soft spot for steakhouses.”

Matilda, mixing her horseradish and steak sauce, chuckled, “Who doesn’t? I remember once, five years ago, I demolished twenty–two prawn cocktails…”

Mason’s hand froze on the menu, his eyes widening, “Twenty–two?”

Her laughter grew as she nodded, “Each with six prawns.”

Incredible! She didn’t look like she could pack away that much food!

So when it came time to order, Matilda went all out, requesting ten portions of salmon carpaccio and ten prawn cocktails. Her eyes sparkled as the dishes were served.

Indeed, there’s nothing like good food to heal a weary soul!NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Watching Matilda tuck in, Mason couldn’t help but smile and searched for a casual topic, “Who were you with when you set that record last time?”

Matilda stiffened at the question, taking a moment before she replied softly, “With… Yvan.”

As the memories of those routine days with him surged back, a tremor ran through her body. She once had so many sweet moments with that man, only to realize in the end it was all just her own wishful thinking..