Chapter 118: Uneasy

Fiona was waiting for the news. She had been waiting for the past three days for the update on the death of Athena’s children, but to no avail.

Did something go amiss? Were the snacks not meant for the kids? She wondered for the umpteenth time, biting her nails as she strolled from one corner of her room to the other, unable to shake the evil foreboding overshadowing her.

She couldn’t send her maid to confirm with the hospital or from anywhere at all, because that would be admitting that she wanted them dead—people were wise these days.

She couldn’t tell Morgan either, because when she had called him that day and told him about the identity of the kids, he had been nonchalant about it and had admonished her not to tamper with the kids, because he had better plans for them.

Yet those plans of his didn’t sit well with her.

With every ticking moment, there were boundless situations that could occur that could push her away from Ewan’s life forever.

Ewan.

She couldn’t ask him either, because since that fateful night where he had waited for her return in her room, he had been cold—colder since her outburst in the hospital.

If she asked about the twins and their possible death, he might forget her supposed help to him and skin her alive.

What should she do?

Her phone beeped then, alerting her to an incoming call. She hurried and picked up the device, hissing when she saw it was Morgan.

Was he dumb? She thought, checking the messages he had been sending since two days ago demanding that they meet up.

him about the unsettling news she had received this morning, and yet

words to her after her insubordination, telling her about the case that would be holding in two

he told her to prepare

wasn’t sure. But she didn’t like it.

The call came again.

the sudden death of the kids, what was the essence of meeting? To give Athena’s spies something to

table. No, she couldn’t let that happen. She didn’t need a seer to tell her that the woman was working overtime to overturn Ewan’s plan of collecting the

want the children anywhere near her home, but losing

rid of the twins. That

smiled widely as an idea occurred to

She called out to her

hurried into

the wardrobe, and check if my father is

eyebrows. "Ma’am, do I go to

and stopped,

The maid remained unmoving.

you still doing

would work, Ma. I’m not a relative of Mr. Alfonso. I don’t think they would give out such information

forehead in frustration and walked into the

refreshed, the maid was no longer in the room,

the color combo gave—it was one of the reasons she had kept the maid around, her knack for fashion which could

call for free, one who

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