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

Chapter 166: Visiting Mr. Thorne V

"Would you like to take anything? Maybe coffee?" Florence asked, as Athena settled into one of the comfortable seats in the room, which the older woman had claimed was small, yet which was larger than Zack’s living room.

The room was a sanctuary of warmth and personality, adorned with an eclectic mix of furnishings that told stories of family gatherings and cherished moments.

A large library stand filled with books, some with worn spines and dog-eared pages, beckoned from the right side of the space. To the left stood a piano alongside a well-loved guitar, their seats inviting anyone who passed to take a seat and create music.

Everywhere Athena looked, she found elements of warmth: throw pillows scattered across the sofas in various colors, inviting visitors to sink into their softness; and projectors mounted on the walls, evidence of countless movie nights spent together as a family.

A box of toys rested at the far end of the room, overflowing with stuffed animals, building blocks, and board games, transforming the space into a true family room. It was a place where laughter could echo, where memories could blossom, and where joy held a permanent residence.

When Athena finally glanced up at the older woman to respond to the usual tea or coffee question, she noticed that Florence was looking around the room as if she didn’t live there.

"We wanted more children, Edward and I..." Florence began, picking up a delicate doll from the toy box, its porcelain features still bright with youthful innocence.

Holding the doll brought a flicker of nostalgia to Florence’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a shadow of sorrow. "We dreamed of a large family. We’ve always loved many children. But it seems the curse of Edward’s family wasn’t going to allow that to happen."

Athena frowned, intrigued and alarmed by the term "curse."

"Curse? What are you talking about? What curse?" She exclaimed, her eyes widening slightly.

Thoughts raced through her mind, and she prepared herself to spring into action, potentially whisking the children out of there if there was some sort of impending doom. But did things like that even exist?

Her frown deepened when Florence laughed lightly at her concern.

small. His ancestry tends to have one child, or at most two—if they’re lucky. Cedric is the only child of his father,

to have another child after Emily, but nothing seemed to work. It was as if my womb was locked or

in the air, and Florence sighed as she sank into the chair directly opposite Athena, her posture reflecting the burden she

have many children since she married very early like her best friend. But then..." Florence’s voice cracked, and she sniffed, clutching her hands together as

sobs, instinctively moving closer. She sat beside her, placing a gentle hand on the

said softly, rubbing the back gently, wishing

with the end of her cloth. She turned to face Athena, who

the similarities between them, especially the way

seen him so happy since our daughter’s death. Thanks for letting the kids play with him sometimes. You may

our friendship too. He

you be okay with being adopted by us?

slackened, wide-eyed and speechless, the mere suggestion

then, the tension in the room was broken by the entrance of

as if he were walking on eggshells, causing the two women to turn toward the

followed behind Old Mr. Thorne and her children into the room,

an unease in the air, and she was sure they had caught wind

of Victoria’s balled

"But, seeing as she has no parents, is it wrong to adopt her?" She

the available sofas, a tableau of discomfort

Thorne swallowed hard, glancing at Athena,

urged gently, but