Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

Chapter 85: New Allies

After Fiona ended the call with her father, she calmly dropped the phone onto the bedside table, the sudden silence of the room echoing the chaos in her mind.

Athena was still alive? She couldn’t believe it. Morgan had never failed at anything before. If her father was right, this would be a first. But how could it be? It didn’t make sense.

She darted a glance at her phone again. Worse, he wasn’t picking up his calls! Was it because of the failure? Was he embarrassed to speak with her? Was he afraid she would cuss him out?

Well, he should be! A wave of fury washed over her. Fiona angrily picked up the phone and called the number for the umpteenth time, but it kept going to voicemail.

Frustrated, she threw the phone to the ground, where it shattered upon impact, glass flying across the floor like tiny pieces of her crumbling reality.

’Well, Ewan can get me a new one,’ She thought bitterly, clucking her tongue in irritation when one of the maids rushed into the room.

"Ma’am, are you okay? I heard a noise..." The maid stammered, her eyes wide with concern as she took in the disarray.

"Yes, I’m okay," Fiona snapped, her irritation evident as she waved the maid off, but the woman’s persistence only fueled her anger further.

The maid hurried to the other side of the bed, stopping when she saw the phone shattered on the floor. She bent down to pick it up, but Fiona shouted at her, "Are you pigheaded? I told you that I’m okay! Get out of here!"

The maid trembled, clearly shaken by Fiona’s harsh tone. She stood up and scurried toward the door, but before the maid could escape, Fiona stopped her. "Wait."

Fiona stepped forward, her tone shifting as she gathered herself. "Turn around."

The maid complied, eyes darting nervously.

master of the house?" Fiona asked, her voice a mix of demand

today," The maid

pursed her lips, contemplating her next words. "Apart from work, is

maid hesitated, seemingly weighing her response

reasonable answer, I’ll give you a thousand dollars on the spot," Fiona said, her eyes

in surprise. She glanced around the room, as if searching for hidden cameras, and then leaned in slightly. "Doctor Athena is in the hospital. I overheard him speaking with Mr. Sandro. Sometimes, he visits her, and he prepares food for her on the days he goes to

anxiety twisting in her stomach. She rubbed her chest, but the discomfort wouldn’t budge. Tears of frustration and anger burned in her eyes. So she shouted, to the chagrin

flinging her hand dismissively at

the maid hesitated, lingering

she began, her tone

me reasonable information. Now, get

retort but felt powerless. She faked a shallow bow and walked out of the room, her footsteps echoing

chose to ignore it. The maid’s

understood there was no use. He

but the old man had only fixed a meeting a few days hence to discuss the future of the company after it had been handed over to Athena. He wanted to see the miracle she would

after she had revived it, a strategy that mingled anticipation with despair. This

call Ewan. She turned around to pick up her phone, cursing when she remembered that

maid from earlier hurried back into the room, her

extra five thousand dollars to the amount required for

dutifully, sensing the urgency

from now. So chop chop,"