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

Chapter 214: The ‘Psychatric Clinic’

"Where are we going to?" Fiona asked, speaking up for the first time since she started this journey with Ewan, where Sandro was the driver. Zane was with them too, sitting in front with Sandro.

None of them, however, gave Fiona any answer. But Fiona wasn’t one to be ignored.

"Please, Ewan, tell me which hospital you are taking me to?" She asked, keeping her tone light while her eyes drifted intermittently to the area around them.

It was more like the outskirts of the city, except here was devoid of any living soul. No houses, no restaurants, no pedestrians. The vegetation was scanty too. Were they going to dump her in a sandy desert and abandon her there to die?

Fiona shook her head. Ewan wouldn’t do that, not when he believed that her father had controlled her actions, not when he believed that she was not in her right senses.

"We are going to the psychiatric hospital, where you will be treated right, Fiona. I think I owe you that much for saving my life. Seeing as you used the word ’please,’ you are yourself now, right?" Ewan answered, keeping his tone light too. "So where is Constance, by the way? What is she doing now?"

Fiona bit her lip, wondering how to answer this question in a believable way. "Constance is within, trying to fight her way out. She wants to take over. But I won’t let her. She has caused more havoc than ever..."

She paused and placed her palm on Ewan’s arm, needing to perfect her act properly, her heart in her throat, half expecting that Ewan would throw her hand away. But he didn’t.

The flicker of hope within her blossomed into a huge ball of wishes.

"Ewan, I am sorry for all the trouble Constance has brought to you. You see, after the drowning incident, my brain underwent some problems, and to cope, I had unconsciously created her. It’s really my fault..." She said, sniffing, pretending to cry and grasping Ewan’s arm tighter.

Ewan patted her hand calmly, twice. "Don’t worry, Fiona. Everything will be fine. By the time you spend a couple of months at the clinic, you will be fine and good, having no issues with Constance again."

Fiona nodded, biting her lip. She wondered if she should take a step further.

Inhaling softly, she covered the distance between herself and Ewan, placing her head on his shoulder. "Thank you so much, Ewan. I know you will understand. I will apologize to Athena too after I am well treated. I promise. I will do anything to make everything perfect and smooth again."

Ewan nodded slowly. "That will be good, Fiona. Take a nap, if you wish; the journey is still quite long."

Fiona stamped down the feeling of uncertainty, breathing in Ewan’s scent. She didn’t need drugs to keep Ewan under control.

around Ewan. So what if Morgan failed? She had Ewan on her side again. The edges of her lips tugged with a smile.

later, Fiona was awakened by a soft tap

disoriented. However, as she raised her head from Ewan’s

did I droop on you? I am sorry..." She said to Ewan, checking his arm, her voice coated with drowsiness

her away chirpily. "It’s okay.

car. The environment was still sparse, although now the vegetation was thicker. It felt like they were in the outer parts of

roads weren’t exactly the best, and she could tell it

had they spent on the road? She wondered, finally taking note of the building in

was a one-story building, whitewashed, with flowers

someone build a psychiatric clinic this far from the city, and where was the signboard

Ewan spoke up without looking at her. "This way..." He said, moving toward the

was

said finally, moving quickly to catch up with Ewan. She had never liked Sandro. He had always given her the creeps; he was the only one immune to her charms and

inside of the one-story building was just as the outside: whitewashed, sparsely

no frames or medical pictures hanging on the walls, as was the norm in other hospitals or clinics. There were no nurses gossiping around or even a receptionist

smaller than her room in

Whitman hospitals? They had an arm dedicated to

a docile face. There was a library at the far west end of the room. She tried peering at the books, but they weren’t written in

a counter, for the receptionist she presumed, but where was he

She finally asked Ewan, who she noticed was typing away on his phone while his friends stood by his side,

they

back soon," Ewan answered calmly, before returning to his phone. The others returned to their bored gazes

not understanding the restless feeling in

any messages from Morgan, but stopped when she remembered Athena’s words. Her phone was tapped, so whatever she did with Morgan would

found out that she was texting Morgan, then they would suspect her

in her pocket

toot reminded her of cars used in ancient times. She quelled her curiosity to look