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

Chapter 129: Christmas Dinner III

"What’s going on? Where’s Ewan?" Zane and Sandro questioned in unison the moment Athena stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind her.

Silence hung in the air, thick and palpable, as she walked into the living room with her shoulders tensed, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

"He left. I’m not sure where he went," She finally replied, taking a seat on the sofa as worry trailed behind her words. "I think you two should check on him and keep an eye on him until Wednesday."

The gravity of her suggestion was not lost on the duo.

"What’s the problem?" Sandro pressed, his brow furrowing, having noticed the container she had brought from her room earlier. "Was he having a spasm?"

"Something like that..." Athena muttered, her frown deepening.

Sandro moved closer to her, taking a seat on the same sofa. Before him, Zane shifted restlessly, agitation radiating from his posture.

The irony weighed on her—these were the two men Ewan believed had turned against him, yet they were stepping up when it mattered most. Ewan really was a joke.

Sandro’s voice broke through her thoughts. "What’s going on? I’m sure you sensed something was off..."

At that moment, Athena looked at her children.

mother’s gazes, instinctively took Kendra and Stella’s hands and guided them out of the room. Stella, very perceptive, sensed the weight

voice barely above a whisper, but the shockwave it sent

into one of the nearby sofas,

systems, I found some anomalies. I attributed them to the drowning incident from his childhood and the poor treatment he received from his doctors," Athena continued. "But when I examined him again a few

mix of concern and frustration. "Why give him temporary treatments? What about a permanent

his excuse. The last time he was in the hospital, he didn’t even take the prescriptions," Athena explained, uncertainity settling over

Thorne hissed in disapproval. "Health is wealth. If he dies, who will

agreement, disappointed in

gnawing at him. If he had known about the missed appointments,

after some seconds had ticked by,

Athena replied, narrowing her eyes as she considered the implications. "But

does that do?" Zane asked, leaning forward, urgency lacing his every

preexisting brain disorders, it worsens them. If someone has amnesia, it prevents any chance of remembering. If

not surprised?" Zane murmured, echoing an understanding shared

explain a lot," Sandro agreed, adding gravity to

the girl who saved Ewan from drowning wasn’t Fiona at all," Athena continued, her tone urgent yet restrained. "If she was,

Athena’s words hanging heavily in the air. "Now that you mention it, I can understand why relations between my family and his deteriorated after his parents’

Ewan, realizing he had been a victim in all of this. Yet she knew they could only deal with those truths

I mean. But I’ll do some research. Until then..." Her gaze sharpened as she focused on Sandro and Zane. "Keep him away from any food and drinks that come from that mansion. If possible, stay with him, act as his live-in aid until the court case is over. I need him