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

Chapter 301: Visiting A Witch

Do you want to see her?

Athena held back a scoff. Wasn’t that the main reason why she had asked in the first place? To see the woman who thought herself worthy to dabble with one’s life.

Ever since Ewan had taken Fiona to the psychiatric hospital, Athena had been, to an extent, curious about the state of her once nemesis.

There was a time she had conveyed her misgivings about the arrangement to old Mr. Thorne, but the old man had told her to trust Ewan in that aspect, that he knew what he was doing.

She had let it go, but now, seeing that they needed all the info they could get on Morgan, who better to query than Fiona? And why would she pass up the opportunity to see the latter and her recent condition?

"Athena, it’s okay if you don’t want to see her. I know how traumatic..."

Athena laughed before she could help it. Traumatic? Oh please... it wasn’t Fiona who was behind her trauma or nightmares. The witch didn’t hold that much importance.

"Ewan, of course, I want to see her. I want to know if the doctors are treating her properly."

Ewan chuckled lightly and faced the road. Why had he thought that she would say no? This woman beside him wasn’t the same as the one who had clung to him during their marriage when the rainfall came with thunder and lightning.

A couple of minutes later, as the sun finally set and the moon and stars peeked in the sky, Ewan parked in front of Connor’s place.

"We are here," He announced to Athena, who was looking around their surroundings with furrowed brows.

"Where is this place? I don’t think I have heard of this place before. And where is the name of the clinic?"

Ewan laughed, opening the door. "Did you really think that I had taken her to a clinic?"

Athena smiled, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "If you didn’t take her to the clinic, where then did you take her?"

"Well, come and see." He stepped out of the car, and Athena followed suit, curiosity pushing her to bounce as she walked, to the amusement of Ewan.

Was she that keen? Well, he was keen to see how far Connor had gone.

"Are you sure you’re ready for this? Connor can be quite barbaric..." He paused, shrugging. "Well, I told him to be. So, are you keen on this?"

Athena nodded with a smile. Did Ewan think she was a Barbie princess? She had seen too much while on the field; she didn’t think anything would make her jittery now.

Shewaswrong.

knocking—they met the stench of blood. It was

out, aware of Athena scrunching her nose at intervals as she glanced around, as

his hands with an off-white handkerchief, he knew

least the latter

"Boss, good afternoon."

the rough voice, her brows furrowing further when she saw

this? Connor? She wondered, taking note of his crisp white shirt, carton brown slacks, and black

was really a

the red rag in his hands.

doing an operation?

Connor.

the man who somehow managed to look innocent despite his rough demeanor—except for his ice-cold gray eyes—but he took a step back and

my lady," Connor said, his head still bowed. "My hands are stained with dirt;

Athena’s lips before she could help it. He was a comedian

of yours..." Athena spoke, causing Connor to lift his

His almost blank expression

in response. "Take us to

looking at Ewan again. Could the beautiful mistress handle the sight? She seemed too... posh for their

looks," Ewan stated confidently, reading Connor’s thoughts, which were written

looked at Athena,

moments later, as she took in the sight in room 704,

She asked, her voice barely

Athena for the

reeked of dirt, urine, even feces. Flies buzzed around her in the poorly lit room, while cockroaches and other critters scurried around her, making noises; yet Fiona

remained hunched, oblivious to them, close to what Athena could see was the toilet if the feces sitting atop

eyes trailing over Fiona again. The latter was in a bare hospital gown, bloodied, and her hair... it seemed

her? Does she have cancer?" Athena sputtered out in the same

answer, Fiona swerved around at an astonishing speed, having heard the voice of the woman who

Athena gasped in disbelief.

burned by

was—a zombie at most. She was so thin that Athena could see her

Fiona asked, her voice