Novel Update
Chapter 116
“No… I didn’t do anything!”
Matilda struggled at the edge of the cliff, resisting with all her might. “Yvan, you devil, you’ve ruined me. Do you feel even a hint of remorse?!”
But in an instant, Yvan’s face morphed into Adrian’s, the man smiling as he pushed her into the abyss. Matilda screamed, hearing his icy voice, “You pretentious woman, if you die, you die; you won’t be missed!”
“Ah!”
Matilda woke with a start from the nightmare, and looking out the window, she saw that night had fallen.
She had taken cold medicine and had slept straight through to this hour.
The scenes from her dream still left her shaken, her heart pounding in her slender chest. Matilda felt like she had returned to those days haunted by nightmares, unable to shake off the shadows or find salvation.
Gone were the days when a caring figure would warm her milk as she woke. Matilda’s eyes. reddened, but she held back her tears, rising alone to pour herself some hot water and digging through the drawer for more medicine. Her silent silhouette cast a lonely shadow on the wall, a solitude that drove one mad.
Logan was not by her side, Gideon was no longer in this world, and with the people around her hurting her over and over, how was she to guard herself?
She understood, she understood all of it, but she truly had nowhere to turn.
“Dear God, please, it’s about time you gave me a break…” She prayed silently.
Clutching the mug in her hands, Matilda felt the tears threatening again. She held them back. her cold body opening the laptop to see that Micah had sent her an email while she was offline. Her design caught the attention of a manufacturer, and they set up a production line, especially for the handbags she had created. They hoped she could provide them with the details of her designs and materials as soon as possible.
It was like a faint light in a day of utter darkness.
Matilda once thought she couldn’t go on, but this faint yet steadfast belief dragged her shattered life forward. She clenched her fists; her broken little finger trembled slightly. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.
In the deep of the night, when all the lights in the building were extinguished, only Matilda’s room glowed dimly. The woman’s pale face bore an unmistakable sickness, but her eyes. shone with astonishing brightness.
She stared at the screen, surrounded by countless discarded drafts filled with various shapes,
models, and construction plans. From the deepening night to the first light of dawn, the woman finally lifted her head from the desk, scanned her drawings Into the computer, and sent her response back to Micah via email.
She watched the dawn break, whispering softly. “The day has come…”
Lighting up her world as well.
“Brother, this bag was our joint creation, and I won’t let it fall. I will show the entire world our efforts!” she vowed inwardly.
Matilda stood to pour herself another cup of water, then sat down again to continue refining her design. She was meticulous and focused, her loose hair falling softly on her forehead, adding at touch of gentleness to her demeanor.
It was as if she had made up her mind, her gaze filled with unwavering determination. Even though the Thompson family was no longer what it used to be, even though she was no longer the young Miss Thompson, her pride and talent remained steadfast!
Her hand trembled slightly as she held the pen. Matilda sketched, her eyes reddening, but she forcefully held back the tears. Resilient, she forced herself to keep living, to survive until the daybreak that was sure to come.