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

Chapter 225: Getting Answers

Ewan looked at his phone in confusion as he dialed Zack’s number for the tenth time, only to be met with the same incessant ringing that led straight to voicemail. Where did the sly old man keep his phone?

Ewan sighed and dialed the number again. When it repeated its former response, he gritted his teeth in annoyance and stuffed the phone into his pocket. If Zack had blocked him, then he would find the latter at his house!

With that thought planted firmly in his mind, he donned his suit jacket, which he had removed earlier when he arrived at the office for work, and strode out of his office.

Sandro, who occupied the next office, seeing the determined look on Ewan’s face, abandoned the projects he was working on at his computer, got to his feet, and grabbed his own suit jacket.

"Where to?" He asked Ewan, slipping on the jacket, shutting down his computer afterwards.

"To Zack’s house," Ewan tossed back curtly, moving briskly past the office and into the elevator.

Sandro had no time to pause and think; he followed Ewan into the elevator.

"You know, you don’t have to follow me everywhere, Sandro. I’m fine, and I always have my medication with me," Ewan said, his gaze fixed straight ahead on the elevator doors as they closed.

Sandro sighed. "Yes, I have to. Since you refused to move around with a security detail, I have no choice but to step in. What’s to say the gang hasn’t taken their eyes off you?"

Ewan had no reply to that. Yet he still thought it was better for the security agents to remain in the shadows, watching him, than to trail behind him in a multitude of cars.

"So, why do you want to see Zack? I thought you mentioned calling him..."

"His number isn’t going through. I don’t know if he blocked me, or if something else is the issue," Ewan answered, folding his arms across his chest as his mind raced through varied topics, like what he would get for his children as he would be seeing them that evening.

Would they accept him? Would they accept his gifts? Were they eager to see him as he was to see them?

"Maybe he blocked your number. Let me try with mine. Call his number," Sandro suggested, pulling Ewan away from his thoughts, albeit temporarily.

Sandro tried Zack’s number five times before concluding that perhaps the old man had blocked him too.

"It must be because we’re joined at the hip these days," He surmised, shaking his head.

Ewan scoffed. "Call Zane. I don’t think Zack hates him enough to block his number,"

shrugged. "That was before he sold out to Athena, unknowingly. Now that he has, I don’t think he sees any need to

The latter

me to call that foolish

Sandro’s, since Ewan was still staying with him—in the

Sandro and

later,

isn’t going through. I think he blocked mine too. That fool... Is there any problem, though? Why are you

trying to reach out to him, but to no avail. So,

a guess, the fool couldn’t

the call, kicking the car into

get to his house," He muttered before pulling the car

Zack’s large house, which could easily be mistaken for a

of the car, scanning the area, which was as deserted as the house itself. Although Athena had included this neighborhood in her treatment plans, it seemed the residents had fled to better areas, where the Gray

on regret as he recalled the night he had dragged Athena back here—the night he had seen

claimed innocence during that reckless drive, but he hadn’t listened, perhaps

how foolish

"Ewan, look at this!"

turned sharply in the direction of Sandro’s shout. His brows furrowed when he saw what his friend was pointing at. A "For Sale" signpost stood

it? Why? Did he follow the others and flee the town? Ewan’s heart burned with

up to the front door. He tried to push it open, like he

do you still remember

a lock? I don’t

he spotted a man standing by

you?" He called to the man, who

house, Mr. Ewan. Are you looking

Ewan thought, nodding. "Do you have any idea where

was tired of everything and was moving to a place where he

leave any contact information? We tried calling his number, but

forward, pulling out his phone. "I think this

Ewan said with

Giacometti," The man replied, walking up the porch,

ringing..." Ewan announced as they climbed back into the car, unable to conceal the