A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 812

Matilda heard Logan's response and gave him a lingering look but said nothing else. As the pair, one tall and one small, left the hideout, Lance turned around. He wore a crimson robe, a stark contrast to a doctor’s white coat; its vibrant hue was as striking as a fresh spill of Cabernet, while his ghostly white hair danced like phantoms. He arched an eyebrow, a fleeting hint of menace flaring in his eyes.

Lance pivoted back to Yvan’s room. As he pushed the door open, he found Yvan sprawled on the bed, looking as lifeless as a corpse. Lance frowned. “How’d you end up like this?”

“She surprised me,” Yvan mumbled. A stack of tissues lay beside him, all tinged with blood. He must’ve wiped a lot away. Yvan let out a couple of breathless laughs, prompting Lance to raise his eyebrows in concern. “Watch your words, man. You only have about a gallon of blood in you. Take it easy, unless you wanna kick the bucket halfway through.”

Yvan nearly rolled his eyes hard enough to pass out. Holding his side, he muttered, “Had a little run-in with Matilda… she elbowed me right in the kidney.”

Lance’s expression shifted instantly. He called for his crew to help Yvan up. “We’ll get you checked out. Don’t freak me out, alright? I can’t exactly order you a spare kidney off Amazon.”

Yvan chuckled weakly. “Maybe you could give me yours.”

“In your dreams. Guess you’re outta luck then,” Lance smirked, licking his lips. “Your Matilda? Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of her for you.”

Yvan started coughing violently, so angry that his words stumbled over each other. “Get lost! You lay a finger on Matilda, and I’ll haunt you from the grave.”

“Alright, alright, calm down.” A couple of attendants came in, gently lifting Yvan onto a gurney. Lance turned to grab his gloves. “You’re due for an anti-rejection shot. When was the last time you had one of these episodes?”

“About a month ago.”