shuhaige
Chapter 178
Violet had ascended the staircase, leaving Logan and Ella alone in the living room. The child looked up at her, and in that gaze, Ella swore she saw the same fierce expression that Yvan often wore.
It was uncanny; those eyes were a perfect replica.
Ella’s voice wavered, “Logan, why are you looking at me like that? I know you’re not my biggest fan, but it wasn’t me who drove your mommy away…” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
She slipped into her usual melodramatic self–pity, portraying herself as the victim so onlookers would believe the child was making a fuss and she was just an innocent adult.
Logan chuckled softly. “Ella, drop the act. No one’s watching.”
The chill in his voice sent a shiver down Ella’s spine.
What was this look? It was so intimidating that even an adult like her felt a twinge of
fear!
Ella felt her forced smile slipping and quickly changed the subject, “Logan, what are you talking about? Ha–ha… Have you been watching too many cartoons lately?”
She refused to believe it! A five–year–old could not possibly cause any real trouble! She refused to believe that Matilda’s son had that kind of influence!
Logan remained unfazed by Ella’s antics, his cold smirk mirroring Yvan’s distant demeanor. Indeed, he had inherited Yvan’s features, his face like that of a miniature
adult.
His hand slid into his pocket, gripping his phone tightly. “I know it was you.”
His words struck Ella, her face draining of color!
She stuttered, her composure faltering, “I–I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Logan. Is there some kind of misunderstanding?”
“I said I know you’re the one who had me kidnapped.”
Seemingly concluding that arguing with Ella was a waste of time, Logan spoke directly, turning Ella ashen.
She laughed nervously, “Ha–ha? Why would you say that? Has your mother been filling your head with nonsense? Don’t make accusations; I would never do such a thing…”
“You really do babble on.” Logan clicked his tongue, sounding hauntingly like Yvan, “No need for more excuses. I know you paid someone to kidnap me and my mommy. You even took the kidnappers‘ families hostage, threatening to harm them if they uttered a word about you to Mr. Boyd. That’s why the kidnappers stuck to their story, claiming it was a spur-of–the–moment crime.”
He spoke with a clarity and coherence that left no room for doubt.
Ella’s pupils shrunk in shock. How could a five–year–old have such cunning? His intellect seemed almost otherworldly.
“You… You must be parroting your mother’s wild claims!” Ella’s voice was tinged with panic, but after a moment, she regained her calm. She was an adult; how could she not outwit a child?
“If you really have evidence it was me, why not go to your father with it?” Ella sneered maliciously, “Because you’re just echoing your mother’s fantasies, don’t think you can take me down. Your father won’t believe your absurd stories.”
“My father?” Logan’s retort left Ella frozen in place, “I never thought to bring it up with Mr. Boyd because, frankly, I think he deserves someone like you. It would be a shame to have him spoil my mom.
So, it was his own choice not to tell Yvan, yet he knew the whole truth! Just how terrifying were the depths of this child’s mind?