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

Chapter 243: Long Night VII

Ewan couldn’t get annoyed at his daughter, not with that cute pouty gesture her mouth was making, while she blinked at him innocently.

Instead, he chuckled, thoroughly amused. "You have a sharp mouth on you, Kathleen. I’m pleased."

He laughed, delighted when Kathleen joined in, her giggle infectious.

The little girl had expected a sharp retort, a rebuke of sorts, just as was customary from elders. But this man here, who seemed genuinely interested in them, was laughing instead.

Worse still, his laughter was surprisingly contagious—a laughter that was similar to hers and Nathaniel’s.

"You are pleased that she has a sharp mouth? Mother doesn’t think so," Nathaniel interjected, cutting the laughter short. Yet, the barely concealed tug at the corners of his lips revealed that he, too, was entertained by their banter.

"I doubt it," Ewan replied, his eyes widening comically as if the very thought was a revelation. "Your mother has a sharp mouth too. Have you seen her in action?"

Nathaniel smiled, thinly but genuinely. "I think so. And yes, I get your point."

The three of them shared smiles again, a brief moment of unity. But then, almost immediately, Nathaniel’s expression changed. A frown creased his brow as he was suddenly overtaken by a cloud of contemplation.

He realized with a pang that he was actually relaxing in the presence of this man, the very man who had hurt his mother so deeply. While he could allow Kathleen this moment of levity, Nathaniel felt he shouldn’t permit himself the same. After all, he was her protector; he couldn’t be swayed too easily.

Who was to say this man wouldn’t hurt them again?

Ewan, sensitive to his son’s shifting moods, caught Nathaniel’s eye and winked at him, eliciting a surprised look from the boy, followed by confusion.

Nathaniel darted a glance at Kathleen, who appeared oblivious to their exchange, blissfully okay with her newfound rapport with their father.

"Mr. Ewan, you are quite funny. I’ll have to admit that," Nathaniel finally spoke, folding his arms across his chest, his demeanor still guarded.

Ewan chuckled softly, enjoying the playful banter. "Sandro will be shocked to hear that," he mused, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

Understanding flashed through the eyes of the twins.

"Back to our discussion..." Ewan continued, his tone shifting slightly. "I have to support your statement, Kathleen. You both got your brains from your mother. But your looks? Those come from yours truly." He smirked, placing his hand on his chest, feigning pride. "Don’t you think that counts for something? No one really fancies an ugly person."

him a thumbs-up. At that moment, Ewan felt as though he had been gifted

says

do you

earning herself

nudging her shoulder against her brother’s, as if to encourage him to

away from her touch, and Ewan

your computer skills," Ewan transitioned, trying to keep the mood light, "you know hacking and

notable smile break across Nathaniel’s lips. Yet it wasn’t just the smile that took him aback; it

tell that whatever was coming next wouldn’t be pleasing

glee, her eyes sparkling with mischief. It became clear that

"Can I have the details, then? Please..." He added the last word when

eager to share their tale. "We were the ones behind

in disbelief. "That’s impossible. You are pushing it too far. There’s no

up in his mouth when he noticed the twins exchanging glances, both of them crossing their legs simultaneously,

could

claim. The virus that had infiltrated the company’s software was cutting-edge,

again, laughing disbelievingly. How could six-year-olds

done it to retaliate against him for hurting Athena—he recalled that

him. Could the cyber attack have happened because he hadn’t even recognized his daughter at that time? Even if that were so, the sheer

the truth!" Kathleen piped up,

didn’t you just say that

blame him though? We are not normal,"

"We are

a mixture of confusion and astonishment swirling as he gazed at

turning sharp. "You’re

struggling to regain his composure amid his disbelief. He shook his head and stood up,

that hard to believe there are

question, suddenly stopped his pacing. "So, let’s say you

either you believe us, or we are out of here," Nathaniel interrupted sharply,

staring at him with an unreadable expression, a depth that certainly didn’t belong to a mere child. Children were supposed to confront you openly, not with this kind