Matilda, out of sheer politeness, decided to visit Yvan. When she arrived, Yvan and Lance were standing by the window, looking all business-like in their suits. Upon seeing her, Lance didn't say a word, just stood there in a somewhat awkward silence.
That silence was so thick that when Matilda met Lance's gaze, she felt a flutter of unease.
She cleared her throat, "I'm here to... um..."
"See me?" Yvan interjected with a hint of mischief, though there was an edge to his smile that wasn't there before.
Matilda frowned slightly, "Yes, thank you for saving my son."
"Oh, it's nothing," Yvan replied with a smirk. "After all, he's my son too. Besides, I didn't rush in there just for your gratitude."
"I know," Matilda cut in quickly, "but I still wanted to thank you."
Yvan's eyes locked onto Matilda's like a wolf eyeing its prey. "Words are cheap, don't you think? Maybe you could show me a more... tangible form of gratitude."
Matilda remained silent, her face paling slightly.
Yvan continued to grin, "Seems like you came here just to ease your conscience, to comfort yourself that you didn't ignore my effort, right?"
His confrontational tone was a throwback to the old Yvan.
Matilda blurted out, "Have you regained your memory?"
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