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."

up to date with the recent happenings in his city, keeping away, of course, the private talks he had with the

heavy, tired sigh, shoulders sagging as if the weight of the years pressed harder on him. "I

give it all up, but I know that would be a fool’s dream. He will

were filled with so much sorrow that Ewan knew what the

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

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

posture–when Ewan started with the story telling–melting into resignation. He rubbed his hands

But promise that you will try at least... that you will

he shows no sign,

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

him too. But you know he can be strong-headed, especially

still thinking of who that

latter had been an icon of some sort, rolling with the big men of society, governors,

send me your private number before you leave my island. If I think of something, I will let you know. About

he expected, more grateful for Ella for being the commissioner for this change and

"Thank you, John."

mouth, weirder with every calling, even though he knew that was

John, the quaking hands, and he felt sorry for

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