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

Chapter 142: The Court Case V

Breathing became increasingly difficult for Ewan, especially with the intense glares directed at him from all angles—including those of the elders.

What has he done? He wondered, suppressing the anger he felt toward his friends. Hadn’t they tried to warn him earlier? Yet here he was, having chosen to believe a foolhardy hacker.

He gripped his knees tightly, forcing himself to take a deep breath to alleviate the throbbing ache in his head.

He stole a glance at Fiona, and frowned when he saw her scratching her inner palms—a clear sign of her nervousness for him.

Ewan sighed softly, tilting his head toward her, and whispered, "Don’t worry about me; everything will be fine."

Fiona managed a pitiful nod. "I hope so. I hope you win custody of the children."

But even Ewan felt the weight of doubt gnawing at him. With the evidence Athena had presented, it seemed inevitable that they would be granted equal rights to the children, and strangely enough, he was somewhat relieved that Athena wasn’t a mass murderer after all.

His eyes drifted to the image of the mangled car displayed on the screen. How had Athena survived such a horrific event?

He watched her now, take a deep breath before moving to the next slide. How many slides did she even have?

"This is the second attempt, a year ago," Athena continued, causing another wave of gasps to ripple through the hall. "This time, my children were with me. It was a traumatizing experience for us, as Morgan drove the car himself."

The tension in the air thickened, but the gasps quickly subsided, clearly overshadowed by the lingering authority of Elder Timothy.

"So, it’s clear to us all that Ewan’s proof was worthless..."

Echoes of agreement surfaced throughout the hall.

there is to it. Regarding my kidnappings in this city, I’ll address that later,

possess proof of her involvement? She risked a glance at her father, who

a dinner..." Athena chuckled, shaking

whose eyes widened in fear, as if she had

remained silent, avoiding eye

guard—he had intended to remind the court that Fiona

vulnerability. But the council comprised of many

Athena asked,

Fiona nodded.

"Please check again."

playing now, Fiona retrieved her handbag, which had been resting gracefully on the tiled floor, and placed it on the table for all

she dipped her hand into the red Hermes bag. She froze, seconds later, when

She screamed inside her mind, dropping the phone

it?" Athena teased, raising an eyebrow. "Ewan, please help your fiancée check for the phone. Maybe her fingers

his hand into the bag, eager to call Athena’s bluff out, but confusion washed over him when he touched both the phone and

bag, darting glances between it and Fiona. "You told

didn’t, I swear!" Fiona cried softly, her gaze shifting frantically

several unfamiliar faces, whom she

Athena suspiciously. The latter winked back at her. Fiona clenched her

as if

turned to Elder Timothy. "Here’s the

chat I had with her. Or rather, she should show it to

a test, and having seen the evidence, he opened the phone to reveal Fiona’s chat list. His brows furrowed deeper with each scroll when he

is it?" He muttered. "Did you