A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Fanning herself with her hand, Matilda felt the heat not only failing to dissipate but intensifying and surging towards her in waves.

The early autumn evening should have been cool, yet Matilda’s face was flushed, her stance growing unsteady as she leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths.

continuously.

It dawned on her that there must have been something wrong with the dinner she had just eaten.

But what could it possibly be?

Why was she the only one affected when everyone else seemed fine? The thought struck her like lightning – the orange juice!

It had to be Troy. He must have tampered with her drink because, unlike the other. dishes that could have been sampled by anyone, the orange juice was solely hers, and Troy had been particularly attentive in refilling her glass throughout the evening. So, he could have easily slipped something into it while pouring her another glass! By the time Matilda realized this, it was too late. The drug’s effect exploded within her, sending her head spinning, her vision whirling into chaos.

So hot…unbearably hot.

Her eyes reddened, staring into the void of the underground parking lot until a man’s voice, deep and laced with panic, reached her, “Matilda, what’s wrong?”

It was Mason.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Matilda clutched at Mason’s arm, collapsing into his embrace as she gasped for air, struggling to piece her words together, “Troy…he…he drugged me.

Mason was sharp, instantly grasping the situation; he likely suspected that Troy had done something to the orange juice. Without hesitation, he scooped Matilda into hist arms and settled her into the backseat of his car. Amid the turmoil, Matilda heard Mason curse – an uncharacteristic slip for such a refined man.

Then she heard Mason make a call, presumably to a private doctor. As she leaned against the leather backseat, its touch brought a strange comfort to her scorched skin, and she murmured weakly. “Mason.”

Mason’s hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel, “Stay calm. I’m taking you to

my place now. The doctor will be there in half an hours just hang on?

Matilda’s fevered eves burned, her body radiating an intense heat. Her mind caLKÉ with thoughts as she asked shakily, “Was it… Trov

“It’s the likely quess.” Mason replied as he maneuvered the car around a crosstonta “Seems like Micah has been too lenient, allowing her son to get this for out of control”

Right now, confrenting Troy would have to wait; Matilda’s energency was the priority.

Mason sped all the way to his villa, and as he carried Matilda out of the car, her ams instinctively wrapped around his neck in a gesture that seemed almost like an

invitation. Her trail body trembled in his arms, clearly in agony.

Kicking open the door to his home, Mason laid her on the bed before rushing to fill the bathtub with cold water, turning the faucet to its maximum. The cold, clear water quickly filled the tub.

Matilda felt her consciousness slipping away, her soul slowly engulfed by a burning torment. She clutched the bed sheet beneath her, her mind in disarray, and her voice brokenly called out a name.

“Yvan.”

When Mason returned and heard Matilda whisper that name, he paused briefly before approaching the bed with an apologetic tone, “Pardon me, but I need to get you into the cold bath now.”

With that, he undressed her upper body, and as her skin made contact with the chilly air, Matilda’s eyes narrowed slightly.