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

Chapter 393: Tests II

"So, did you discover anything else in their lab, or maybe noticed anything out of the ordinary?" Ewan chewed on another cookie, ignoring the alarm going off in his head that he had consumed way more than enough sugar for the day.

He would work it off later. He promised himself. Not that sugar was that bad, he justified, taking another bite.

What had these people used to bake this? He had never tasted anything sweeter. He licked a crumb from his thumb, eyes narrowing in thought.

"Yes. I met her daughter for the first time." Athena’s soft reply cut short Ewan’s obsession with the cookie, and his hand stilled in midair.

"Mary has a daughter? How do we not know of that?" His brows rose, genuine surprise tightening his voice.

Athena shrugged, drinking from a can of juice she had seen in the refrigerator, one amongst many. "Maybe we didn’t search enough. Her name is Cairo. About ten years."

She shook her head. "To think she had the baby even before we met..." A pause. "There have been no sign at all. I hadn’t been able to see past her cutting remarks, envy, and wicked jealousy. Maybe it’s part of the facade to keep her true self hidden?"

She rubbed at a line forming between her brows, the can cool against her palm.

Ewan scoffed. "There’s no true self being hidden, just the child. That woman, and her twin, are evil for just creating the Grey virus, knowing the amount of lives that would be given in exchange for some stupid and bloodied wealth."

Another scoff. "No. There is no hidden self. They are all criminals, and I will make sure that they pay for it." His jaw clenched as he spoke, anger flashing through his eyes.

Athena widened her eyes comically, nodding the same, toasting without words to Ewan’s just concluded speech. The rim of the can tapped lightly against her lower lip in a mock salute.

Ewan laughed, anger diffusing entirely. "You are something else. So did you also talk with her, Cairo I mean." He leaned an elbow on the counter, trying to read Athena’s face.

"Yes. She was the one that had told me about the secret lab, you see..." Her voice dipped, thoughtful.

Ewan frowned. He didn’t see. A crease appeared between his brows.

Athena dropped the can on the counter, the metal making a soft clink, and started the explanation. "I left the office to search for the lab, but after two hours, I found nothing. Too tired, I rested on one of the benches in the hallway. That’s where she found me... turns out she had been looking for me."

Ewan’s frown deepened.

"She was looking for someone with keys to the storage unit, or rather some space in the storage unit where her mother had disappeared... someone like the chief doctor in the hospital. Unfortunately... or is it fortunately?" She looked at Ewan quizzically, eyes searching his.

The male nodded. "Fortunately."

some twist of fate she found

A pause.

we got to the storage unit, I wasn’t that

Mary Clarkson, it was then I had noted the resemblance, that

think that’s all I got going. I told her to wait outside, while I searched for an opening. But when I came out, she was nowhere to be found. The nurses at the reception also claim

a lot of unknowns, Ewan. I just..." A sigh. "We need trackers. I don’t know if Rodney is back with the children... I need the contacts of their friends in the dark web..." Her gaze drifted to the door,

get used to hearing that." Ewan

"What?"

at their age. They

backing these people utilizes, most likely, the tracker that had something to do with the

the usual." Ewan concurred, expelling a short breath. "But we are trying the best we

slowly, the cloud of dejection easing off somewhat. "It would have been worse. We might not have seen their next plans coming until when it’s too late. But

send in trusted fellows, with ideas in the science field,

her head. "It’s too risky. I don’t trust anyone except

be bought with a price to do something heinous, to put

on the brighter side of things still." He

stood up from the stool and walked over to her, placing a hand on her

shouldn’t be

keeping it?" He winked at her, to her amusement, a

laughed, shrugging his hand off

and headed toward the main lab area. And

would be her help, would let the chemicals swarm him even though the smell of it wasn’t pleasant

he was supposed to notice,

squinted, as if focus alone could

be a scientist while growing up. He mused, suddenly remembering his five-year-old

and

father in his study, his father who was hunched over papers, yet having time to answer his

want to be, my boy? You said a musician two days ago, is

Scientist. I

lips before he knew it, a smile that disappeared when he tried to remember more,