A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Adrian thought it was miraculous that Logan had managed to find him.

When someone barged into his office, clutching a battered and soaking–wet kid, Adrian was taken aback. “Holy smokes, isn’t that the little rascal from the Boyd family? What the heck happened to him?”

Without time to ponder, Adrian had his staff rush the boy to the hospital, but all the way there, Logan clung to the hem of Adrian’s coat, gripping it tightly, his eyes barely open, murmuring faintly, “Don’t… don’t tell Mr. Boyd…”

He had just escaped from that place, and he was never going back.

Looking at the kid curled up in his arms, Adrian felt as protective as if his own son had been bullied. He hurried Logan to the hospital, and after his surgery, he made sure the boy was settled into the pediatric ward.

Keaton, clad in his white lab coat, gave Adrian a brief rundown. “You’ve been quite the Good Samaritan lately–picking up Matilda today, and Logan tomorrow. Why don’t you just take the mother and son in to live with you?”

Adrian retorted, “And have Willow and Matilda at each other’s throats? No thanks.”

Keaton quipped, “Somehow, I think you’d side with Matilda even if they did.” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“No way!” Adrian rolled his eyes. “How is Logan?”

“His wounds are deep, no idea what he’s been through. His lungs had water in them too, nearly drowned. Was he kidnapped or something?” Keaton casually threw out the

question, and Adrian’s gaze darkened as if he had suddenly made a connection, “Anyway, it’s got Yvan’s fingerprints all over it.”

Keaton laughed, “Man, you’ve got guts, raiding Yvan’s turf. If he finds out, he’ll probably be coming after you with a butcher knife.”

Adrian sprawled in Keaton’s office, throwing a leg carelessly over the desk. “I bet Matilda doesn’t even know about this yet.”

“Are you gonna tell her?” Keaton knew the story between Matilda and Yvan was complicated, which was probably why little Logan had ended up in such a state without. Matilda’s knowledge.

“Ah, poor kid.” Adrian mused for a moment, “Let’s keep him in the hospital for now. I’ll cover the bills.”

“Wow,” Keaton twirled a pen in his hand. “Planning to play the role of the generous daddy?” Adrian kicked a stool in Keaton’s direction, “Shut it. If I wanted a son, there’s a line of

women who’d jump at the chance to have my baby!”

Keaton just smirked. Tough talk.

When Logan woke up, he saw Adrian, a man with striking blue–green eyes, so different from his own.

With a soft voice, Logan called out, “Uncle Adrian…”

Adrian was engrossed in his video game, only half–turning to show his chiseled profile. “Ease up, kiddo. I’m about to take down a tower.”

Logan didn’t respond. He just sat quietly, waiting for Adrian to finish his game.

The last time Logan had woken up, it was Adrian sitting by his side, after another harrowing abduction. He never expected this man to come see him, and instinctively, he felt touched.

So after he had jumped into the sea and climbed aboard a ship, he paid the crew all the money he had hidden on him to take him ashore, and he made a beeline for Adrian.

He didn’t know why, but he felt compelled to seek Adrian’s help. Before, he had asked Adrian to check on his injured mother in the hospital. Somehow, he felt Adrian was…

nicer than Yvan.

Adrian won his game and turned to Logan with satisfaction. “Hey there, little rascal. You’re awake?”

Keaton, hearing Adrian’s shout from down the hall, couldn’t help but think that any other. kid would have already thrown a punch. But Matilda’s son was gentle and unassuming, not bothering to argue with an immature adult.

Logan softly replied, “Yeah, thanks for everything.”

Seeing his demeanor, Adrian asked, “Did you have a falling out with Yvan?”

At the mention of Yvan, Logan’s whole body shuddered.