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

Chapter 244: Long Night VIII

Ewan knew better than to laugh out the incredulity brimming within him like before. He had learned not to express, in any way, that he thought his son was lying, that the little protective lad was trying to put his sister in a better light.

Even though the little boy was making small talk now, Ewan had seen the seriousness in his eyes; Nathaniel truly believed that his sister was the better tech genius. But how could that be possible?

Not that he was the kind of person to belittle women, but Kathleen, much as she was very smart, didn’t seem more inclined toward computers than Nathaniel with his serious demeanor and sometimes overly serious expressions. It would make more sense that Nathaniel was more adept in that area.

Yet it didn’t really matter to him—he loved them equally—but...

He paused in his thoughts, finally noticing the nervousness mixed with anticipation in Kathleen’s eyes. It effectively tore his disbelief into shreds and turned his skepticism toward Nathaniel’s claim into curiosity.

"Is your mother aware of this?" He asked.

The twins shook their heads.

"She thinks I am the instigator," Nathaniel explained, his tone earnest. "That I am the one in the forefront, that I am coaching Kathleen, but sometimes it’s the other way around. We both have our strengths and weaknesses."

Ewan nodded slowly, getting accustomed to the well-constructed and mature words emanating from Nathaniel. "I understand. You are a good big brother. And I am proud of you."

The moment those words slipped from his mouth, Nathaniel’s cheeks and neck flushed a bright red, as if he had just received an unexpected compliment that filled a void he hadn’t consciously acknowledged until now. He gave a curt nod, the color deepening further on his face.

"I had to do it in your absence."

"And I am more grateful for that. Thank you, both of you, for protecting your mother and yourselves. I’m sorry once again for my absence all these years, but... you are not alone anymore."

"So, what do you think of me?" Kathleen asked suddenly, digressing. Her childish curiosity shone brightly in her eyes, needing reassurance.

Ewan chuckled, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease slightly. "You are really smart. Smarter than all the girls I’ve met."

Kathleen’s face lit up, her happiness contagious. She bobbled her head enthusiastically. "So, do you still want us to work for you? Of course, you have to keep it away from Mommy?"

furrowed his brows at Kathleen’s

message weeks ago..." Nathaniel chimed in, waiting for the realization to

Ewan shook his

his company’s software

Sothatwaswhytheyhadblockedhimout...

sighed. "It’s

why were you looking

pursed his lips, contemplating whether he should lie his way out of this one. He ultimately decided against it. He had promised to always tell the truth to them. "I wanted the help of the hackers to uncover

him in many ways. The young boy could now understand why the good Mr. Sandro remained friends

think of me?" Ewan asked after a few beats of silence, clenching his hands together. He could feel a knot tightening in his stomach as he

to spend more time with me? I am not perfect, and I don’t know much about

She eyed Ewan closely as

just felt it in my gut as

pushed Mom away?" Nathaniel asked, curiosity

to honesty. "No. I didn’t listen to it. I was more consumed with Fiona’s supposed role in my life. I was consumed with anger at the world, anger at being manipulated by her father. I didn’t

when I sent her away. But I pushed it aside; I pushed the guilt

of his children. He felt uncertain about what to make of their expressions. Did they understand him? Did they hate him even more for

worrying about that; he deserved

watched them exchange another glance, one that conveyed little to him,

Nathaniel finally said, breaking the silence. "And for that, we are okay with seeing you during the allotted time monthly. As for an increased time though, our mother has the final say.

tears of happiness glistening in his eyes, surprising

they stood up awkwardly, their hands fidgeting in uncertain

after them, a swell of hope filling his heart. "Thank you for giving me a chance. I promise not to misuse it, to move at your pace and your mother’s,

said nothing. They merely looked at him after his earnest declaration, then headed toward the door. It appeared that their

chest, he found solace in the thought that they had listened to him and that they didn’t think he

paused and turned to him. "And

Ewan answered, eager

get along with our