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

Chapter 327: Somber

"How is she doing?" Ewan whispered as soon as Chelsea stepped into the children’s room; not wanting to alert the children, whom he had just finished reading three bedtime stories to and who were now sleeping.

Across from him was Gianna, reading a book, legs crossed, like one with no care in the world. She had come in about ten minutes ago.

"She is sleeping now," Chelsea whispered back before beckoning him to come with her.

Ewan didn’t waste any time. He had questions for her, and for Gianna too. What drugs was Athena talking about?

When he had left with the children, he had asked them about the drugs, but they had mentioned having no knowledge of the matter. He hadn’t asked Gianna either when the latter stepped into the room, because of the children’s presence; he didn’t think Athena wanted them to know.

"So, what’s going on?" Ewan asked as he took a seat on the bed Chelsea indicated that he sit on.

Chelsea shrugged her shoulders, opening the first aid kit. "That’s her story to tell, not mine. Considering the good state of your relationship now, I’m sure she might confide in you concerning the matter."

Chelsea’s somber tone caused dread to settle in the pit of Ewan’s belly, so much so that he almost fell to his knees and begged for an answer.

What kept him from doing so was the knowing that these friends of Athena were as loyal as the word loyal. They wouldn’t say a word. But whatever it was... was serious. It would explain why Gianna hadn’t said a word since she joined him in the room with the kids.

Even now.

She was just watching Chelsea undress his wounds, the book still in her hands.

Ewan bit his lips as Chelsea redressed his wounds, his mind going to and fro. Was it cancer?

He shook his head immediately, his heart unable to take it. No, not cancer. Was it some other disease?

His clasped hands started sweating, and he became almost impervious to the pain that came with dressing his wounds, for all his mind was on Athena and what was ailing her. Would she talk to him about it?

He was ready to call the best doctors in the world, to do the necessary, to make sure she was okay.

It didn’t matter that she fell into the category of the best doctors. There must be something more to be done about her matter, something that would cure her permanently. He hated seeing her so weak, hated seeing the panic on the children’s faces when she had collapsed. He didn’t want to see those expressions again!

Of what use was he if he let all that happen again? No. Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he sent a message to Sandro.

’Get me the contact of the best doctor in the world.’

cost,

you calm, Ewan?

I just don’t think a weeping

pleasure of Ewan. At

and she returned to the book she was

He thought with a sigh. Getting the answers from Athena, it was then. No need to

him. "You

hesitation, downing them with a bottle of water

"Goodnight, Ewan."

meeting her professional gaze, a mundane thought sneaking into his mind then. What was the possible

too. Thank you," He said, seeing Gianna get to her feet, leaving with Chelsea. She gave him a nod

first. He was consumed with so much curiosity that was unhealthy

in the bed, his belly to the mattress, and checked his messages. No

having much to do, he chose to force himself to sleep. Hopefully when he woke up, Athena would be

eyes, his hands clutching the

the next five minutes. The

—

woke Ewan

when he did, his eyes glinted at the screen, for the brightness seemed to be as the brightness of the

it was Spider,

time on the clock on the wall opposite him. Four a.m. He had slept for more

sure he wasn’t resting his back

to me... what’s the matter?" He started

your sleep... Sandro

them when he realized that perhaps while he had been busy with

this moment? He didn’t think so. They would have interrupted his

you there? How are you

why Spider called? He hoped not. He was hungry for information, not concern, unless it came from Athena and

Spider. Thank you.

"Yes, I do."

at all. And from the sudden energy burst in Spider’s tone, Ewan could tell that whatever news Spider had for him would be worth the

"Talk to me then."

patterns are the same. It’s the same hacker, the same black web guru, that is behind the unseen holes. Do you know what that means, Ewan? If Morgan finally confesses on who has set