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

Chapter 379: More Worries V

"How long before they get to Montana?" Susan inquired about twenty minutes later, now seated on the armchair beside the sofa where Old Mr. Thorne sat with his wife.

In the next chair was Aiden, typing furiously on his phone. Athena hoped he was communicating with either Shawn or Eric; she hadn’t heard from them since the last call. Neither had she heard from Ewan and her kids.

Her heart sank into her stomach as a dark thought flashed through her mind—what if her enemies’ plans included them? What if they had been hijacked on the road?

She shook her head hard. No. The Thornes’ security was tight, professional. She didn’t think her enemies would be that reckless, that dense.

Still, they had obviously reached out to Lucas and his family. Lucas had no real protection though, not the way the Thornes did. Not really...

But how could she have known the criminals had marked them? That the sponsors of the Grey Virus—the ones behind the evil—would choose to use Lucas and Kendra as bait?

A hissed curse broke from her lips as her hand stamped against her thigh. She was still in a swimsuit, her skin sticky with chlorine from earlier.

"Athena..." Florence’s voice cut into her spiraling thoughts.

She met her grandmother’s gaze, calm when it should not have been calm, steady when worry should have darkened it.

"We will get through this," Florence said, voice carrying quiet conviction. "We always have."

"What if they’re dead before Eric gets to them?"

won’t be. Let’s all stay positive. Besides, what would the idiots gain if they kill them? They would want them

for the fun of it. Do you know how many have died because of this virus

in, calm but firm, the kind of tone that carried command. A voice calling her

Ewan will

but the sternness in her

Susan followed close behind.

I call them?" she whispered, as if afraid her

as her mother’s good friend walked to the wardrobe and pulled out the

finally replied, tossing the swimsuit aside, cleaning her body with a flimsy cloth, and pulling on a pair of khaki-colored shorts. "Depends on if our

sliding over her head. It hung long, nearly overshadowing

"But what do you

distractedly through her damp hair. "The same thing they’ve always been after. My research.

lips pressing tight. Didn’t human lives matter more

silence hanging between them.

toward Susan. "Have you briefed your boss and the

I doubt we’ll even need my team. Still, our private plane

her shirt before heading back

as they walked into the

specification, but Athena knew what she meant. The sad, curious tone was about her ex-CIA

They found out later." Athena didn’t elaborate further—that they had hidden it from her too. She

Old Mr. Thorne, discussing the possibility of going to Montana. When they noticed her, both men turned at once. Their frowns