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

Chapter 340: Fiona’s Truth VII

At Athena’s question, Aiden sighed weakly, glancing at his friend who was bent on believing that Master Shen’s death hadn’t been an accident.

Was it too hard to believe that a strong karate master could have simply given up the ghost out of a heart attack? Was that even to be considered far-fetched, considering the inconsiderate and wicked family members that surrounded him?

Why was she being so hard on herself? He wondered. Couldn’t she just let sleeping dogs lie? He would have stopped the questioning—for the sake of its uselessness—but there was something in her resolve, her determined face, that made him hold back. He knew she had to learn the lesson herself, feel the sting of accepting reality on her own.

Didn’t Ewan mention that he cared too much? Another tired sigh escaped him as he directed his gaze to Morgan.

The latter, which met Athena’s gaze tiredly, with an emotion akin to curiosity—albeit weak—in his eyes.

The bitch really was leaving no stone unturned. He mused, drawing in sharp breaths greedily, feeling himself grow weaker with each passing second. So much so that opening his mouth to speak seemed like a war in itself. All he wanted was to close his eyes and sleep—since freedom had become a thing of the past.

"I’m not as patient as Ewan." Athena’s cold voice snapped Morgan out of his thoughts.

"Sorry..." The word slipped from his lips before he could stop it. He tried to laugh at his pathetic submission that came far too soon, but the laugh came out as a dried croak. He was really done for.

"Your suspicions...are right, Athena. Master Shen’s death wasn’t natural. Yes, he suffered from high blood pressure sometimes, and occasional heart attacks, but it wasn’t what killed him."

Athena controlled the trembling of her lips, the onslaught of sorrow threatening to overwhelm her. She forbade her eye faucet from opening, refusing to let the tears fall. This wasn’t the time to weep. It was the time to set things straight—to seek the truth, to seek revenge.

a quick "I-told-you-so" look at Aiden, who she knew had sighed

the grace to look surprised—aware that he had

behind it?" Athena

head—an effort that drained him further, taking more life out of his already weakened body. He resolved not to speak

aware of Morgan’s

children. Bolin.

"Fang wasn’t necessarily involved—just a silent partner. Method of death: poisoning

children! Weren’t they afraid of being caught? Weren’t

death! Athena screamed inside her mind, cussing out the first daughter of Mastsr Shen, her hand already flying across the keyboard of her

to let this slide.

connived to kill their father, thinking they would have access to his properties, assuming that the crafty old man hadn’t made a

the subject matter without being

first came to me... about the plan, a year ago..." Morgan began, voice trembling. "When he discovered that his old man was sending money—monthly—to a trust fund in your children’s name. Bolin hadn’t been able to get past the idea that there might be more going on—things he didn’t see. He couldn’t bear the thought of you and your kids eating

my relationship

escaped him, sounding more like a cough. "I never involved him in

Morgan’s evaluation. Having sparred with Bolin more than twice, having lived with

gang with his brother..." Morgan continued, a bitter laugh in his voice. "To think he’s planning to kidnap your twins with those terrible, winky people... I heard you