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

Chapter 235: Matters Arising IV

"Are you sure of what you’re saying, Ewan? You want me to choose gifts for your children? What kind of father does that? You haven’t even started your daddy duties, and you’re already failing..."

Ewan sighed wearily, rubbing slow circles on his forehead, uncertain whether Zane was joking with him or bullshitting him truly. But his mind was too fogged by the present situation surrounding him, leaving no room for Zane’s antics.

"Zane, please. You know what I’m battling with at the moment, or haven’t you seen or heard the news?"

A resigned sigh echoed from the other end of the phone. "I have seen it, Ewan. And as much as I understand the terrible state you’re in—the forlorn condition of your company—choosing gifts for your children feels quite strange, considering they’re expecting you. Isn’t this something you’ve been craving?"

Ewan folded his lips, reclining deeper into his seat. Across the room, he spotted Sandro pacing back and forth, on the phone with anyone who could manage the fallout from the disaster at his company.

"Zane, I just think it’s more imperative for me to deal with the dead people in my company first, their families too, the losses and consequences, before getting gifts for the children. But time may slip away before I’m done, hence why I’m calling you. I... I’m sure they will understand. Athena too. Isn’t she an astute businesswoman? And after all, they don’t need to know. You just pick the gifts and wait for me at our spot. I’ll take it from there."

"Picking the gifts from the store isn’t the problem, Ewan. You want me to choose them. Don’t you want to do the honors? Don’t you want to feel the excitement that comes with it? The thrill of watching your children open the gifts and wondering if they’ll like what they find?"

Ewan didn’t think so. On a normal day, yes; but not today, when a throng of grieving families wept downstairs, crying for justice.

not being more careful, for not being sensitive about the consequences of his dealings. If he had been more prudent, this bombing wouldn’t have happened. Stupidity

dragging Ewan from his thoughts. "You can just tell me what to do over the

tongue in frustration. "If I just wanted that, Zane, I would have sent Sandro to do it." A pause and a deep sigh. "I’m asking you because you are the children’s godfather; you know them better than I do. I’ve been absent

make a guess, I’d say my son loves puzzles a lot,

no problem. I’ll see what I

call ended, his gaze drifting back to Sandro, who was still pacing, who was still on

forehead as his phone began to ring. Looking away from his friend, he picked up the mobile device and answered the call, his heart rate

as static

"Hello, Ewan..."

scandal. But he instinctively knew he was speaking to the one who had vowed to disrupt Athena’s life and

do for you, Morgan Steeles?" Ewan asked with unyielding confidence, as if he were

who you’re speaking to, though I’m not sure how. Given that you’re aware

don’t," Ewan replied coolly, taking note of Sandro, who had ended his own call abruptly and was now sitting on the edge of the table, his hands folded across his chest; his face, a template of fury

speaker, hoping to lessen his friend’s

you don’t know why I’m calling. A big fool. But that aside, I want my Lady Morgana... I miss her