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

Chapter 167: Visiting Mr. Thorne VI

The silence in the room had become unbearable for Athena, suffocating even, as she sat amidst the palpable tension.

Old Mr. Thorne and his wife, Florence, both seemed to stare into the depths of their own thoughts, looking down not just at the plush carpet beneath their feet but into the chasms of their grief.

They wore expressions that reflected a complex mix of emotions—downcast yet somehow angry. Athena couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration directed at Victoria.

How could she be so insensitive as to bring up such an unreasonable question? Where had Cedric found such an oblivious woman?

She exchanged furtive glances with the kids, seated nearby and clearly as confused and uncomfortable as she was.

Inhaling deeply, she opened her mouth to suggest an exit for herself and her children, but before she could speak, Old Mr. Thorne’s voice cut her short.

"My Emily was poisoned. She and her husband. They were poisoned with my own poison, right in my own house. I have never stopped blaming myself."

Athena furrowed her brows, grappling with the weight of his words and their shocking implications.

own poison?" She echoed, her confusion evident. The phrase sent chill bumps across

had been used on Fiona’s friends?" Old Mr. Thorne continued, and Athena nodded slowly, gripped by the grim narrative unfolding before her. She felt Florence tighten her grip on her hands,

the poison around as a keepsake, remnants from a trip to one of the middlebelt countries. After

echo of concern and heartache, but Old Mr. Thorne was on a roll now, lost in the torrent of

came for a visit. My daughter especially had been out of my sight for nearly a year, and I was desperate

Thorne paused, the sorrow evident in his furrowed brow. "That night, I woke up suddenly with an instinctual nudge to check around the house, but I was too tired—having had too much to drink and feeling oddly euphoric—to act on it. The morning brought

his features as he paused, allowing the words to sink in. "If I had listened to my instincts that night, I might have caught the person who did this. If I had heeded my wife, I wouldn’t have

up, her heart aching at the somber atmosphere that wrapped around them like a

confessed being behind the murder, but later, it reeked of being a

of your family members?" Athena asked, the question

then, I’ve stopped entertaining family in my home. The only one I allow here is Cedric. His parents sent him to live with us while he was

back a scoff. Parents sending their only son to live with a relative? Obviously, they wanted Old Mr. Thorne to groom him to take over the Thorne empire, but she kept

dear to us now, which is why he can be here. As for his fiancée—that’s another matter. I honestly don’t know where he found such a materialistic woman..." Old Mr. Thorne shook his

have children, I would have spoiled them

gentle pat on their heads, for