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

Chapter 168: Visiting Mr. Thorne VII

A thick silence descended upon the room after Athena’s statement, pressing down like a heavy blanket.

Old Mr. Thorne stared at his wife, then turned to Athena, trying to grasp the gravity of her implication. "You mean to tell me that all these years, Ewan isn’t aware of the shares he holds in my company? Both the ones my daughter willed to him on his second birthday?"

His voice trembled, a blend of disbelief and mounting anger.

Athena shook her head, feeling the weight of the conversation heavy on her shoulders. "I don’t think so. It’s like you said earlier; you gave Alfonso the documents. The evil man probably withheld them for his own reasons. I can’t say for certain what they are, but has he approached you about anything?"

Old Mr. Thorne shook his head vigorously. "Even when I was a frequent visitor at the Giacometti mansion, I never saw eye to eye with Alfonso. The only reason I handed him those documents was because Ewan chose to stay with him."

A shadow of regret crossed his face, and the lines of worry deepened, etching themselves further into his skin.

Athena briefly pressed her lips together in thought, her mind racing. Based on her medical conclusions, Ewan had been fed with drugs since childhood. Most likely, he wouldn’t truly remember his connection to Old Mr. Thorne or consider it significant—just another face from a distant memory.

"That Alfonso deserves to be imprisoned for life..." Florence spoke through gritted teeth, her voice laced with a fierce anger.

"He promised me he would care for Ewan! He assured the community he would look after him. That Ewan was better off with someone from his town than an outsider. And now here we are, with Ewan nearly mentally deranged!"

The pain was evident in Florence’s voice, and Athena held back a gasp of pain as the old woman tightened her grip on her hands.

"Edward, call the guards in charge of them now! Let’s find out where those documents are! If he hesitates, then have them slice off Fiona’s fingers to start with!"

Athena glanced at her children, noting the look of mixed concern and anger on their faces.

the suggestion as he picked up the phone, already dialing the security detail assigned to Alfonso

Mrs. Thorne was far fiercer than her husband—more resolute in

phone connected, his voice carrying a tense

room, noting the expectant gazes of those with him. Without hesitation, he dropped the phone onto the table and switched it to loudspeaker mode, ready to confront

"Good day sir..."

How are

Haven’t stepped

you to give Alfonso the phone. I want

of feet on the other end, accompanied by a door creaking open and shutting, until Alfonso’s voice emerged, strained and

"What is it?"

to speak with you," Henry

Alfonso’s voice broke through again, louder this time. "Mr. Thorne, good day. To what do I owe

in check. "The documents I handed you concerning Ewan’s

line, followed by Fiona’s whisper, filled with confusion.

gave them to Ewan," Alfonso

regret lying to me. Where are those documents?" Old

Mr. Thorne. I gave them to

Thorne shouted, cutting Alfonso off before

his voice quick and steady, ready to

the right hand of his daughter.

"Yes, sir!"

panicked scream burst from Alfonso. "What are you trying to do?! Mr. Thorne, I will speak! The documents are in my drawer. My wife knows the one!" His voice shook, the tremors echoing not just