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

Chapter 440: Lucky III

"I want to end the gang, want to stop its operation..."

A hesitant pause. "Kael did something that he needs to atone for. He attacked my family, interfered in my business, breaching the contract between us both without providing any evidence of my doing the same..." Ewan spoke when John concurred that he got to why he had come to visit.

And when John said nothing, other than looking at him with a steady gaze, Ewan continued. "And to be honest, even if I don’t want—although I will—Athena is coming for them. They attacked her grandparents."

"Grandparents? To the best of my knowledge, she has no one other than that cunny Zack?"

Ewan shook his head. "Zack is old story, and not even her real father. She is a Thorne. Her mother is the late Emily Thorne..."

John’s mouth dropped open, even as his eyes widened fractions.

"You can’t... be... serious..." He stuttered, shaking his head slowly, disbelief shadowing his features. "What a small... world."

Ewan, of course, understood the latter’s shock. Hadn’t he himself been in such a state when Fiona had vomited truths that had been too unnerving?

And where the hell was that evil witch? If she loved her life, she better not involve herself any more in the mess she had created, or else... He left it hanging, reverting to the conversation with John.

"And in case you haven’t heard, she is also the infamous doctor known for her role in the Grey Virus disease..."

More shock plastered on John’s face. "I heard of the Athena Caddels of course, but I didn’t think..."

"I understand."

his city, keeping away, of course, the private talks he had

out a heavy, tired sigh, shoulders sagging as if the weight of the years pressed harder on him. "I see." He muttered, and Ewan

Kael, you know, telling him to put down the operation, give it all up, but I know that would be a fool’s dream. He will never give

so much sorrow that Ewan knew what the one request of the former

can be stupid, cruel too—after all I did train him—but promise that you won’t

leaning forward, elbows braced on his knees. "You know I can’t do that.

given up, his earlier erect posture–when Ewan started with the story telling–melting into resignation. He rubbed his hands together, the tremor in

you will try at least... that you will give

"I promise. But if he shows no sign, I

A sigh escaped him. "He is stupid to touch the Thornes though... did he

told him too. But you know he can be strong-headed, especially with the tenacity of whoever his

thinking of

scanned the male before him. Years ago, the latter had been an icon of some sort, rolling with the

will let you know. About tonight, don’t bother leaving, we have a room for visitors you could use. It’s

nodded, pleased really that his visit had turned out better than he expected, more grateful for Ella for being the commissioner for this change

"Thank you, John."

weird in his mouth, weirder with every calling,

the quaking hands, and he felt sorry

John opened his mouth to speak again, Ewan prepared his answer, ready to stand firm on his decision, but what he heard coming out from the former’s lips wasn’t what he had in