Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Uneasy
Fiona was waiting for the news. She had been waiting for the past three days for the update on the death of Athena’s children, but to no avail.

Did something go amiss? Were the snacks not meant for the kids? She wondered for the umpteenth time, biting her nails as she strolled from one corner of her room to the other, unable to shake the evil foreboding overshadowing her.

She couldn’t send her maid to confirm with the hospital or from anywhere at all, because that would be admitting that she wanted them dead—people were wise these days.

She couldn’t tell Morgan either, because when she had called him that day and told him about the identity of the kids, he had been nonchalant about it and had admonished her not to tamper with the kids, because he had better plans for them.

Yet those plans of his didn’t sit well with her.

With every ticking moment, there were boundless situations that could occur that could push her away from Ewan’s life forever.

Ewan.

She couldn’t ask him either, because since that fateful night where he had waited for her return in her room, he had been cold—colder since her outburst in the hospital.

If she asked about the twins and their possible death, he might forget her supposed help to him and skin her alive.

What should she do?

Her phone beeped then, alerting her to an incoming call. She hurried and picked up the device, hissing when she saw it was Morgan.

Was he dumb? She thought, checking the messages he had been sending since two days ago demanding that they meet up.

She had texted him about the unsettling news she had received this morning, and yet he was asking for a meeting? Fool!

This morning, Ewan had spoken his first words to her after her insubordination, telling her about the case that would be holding in two weeks time at the elder council.

He wanted the children back, and he told her to prepare her mind for the future.

To become the children’s mother? Fiona wasn’t sure. But she didn’t like it. She wouldn’t take it either. She would rather they died.

The call came again.

Fiona snorted. Since Morgan wouldn’t accept the sudden death of the kids, what was the essence of meeting? To give Athena’s spies something to gossip about?

She shook her head and dropped the phone on the table. No, she couldn’t let that happen. She didn’t need a seer to tell her that the woman was working overtime to overturn Ewan’s plan of collecting the kids.

Fiona would have supported Athena in this case, as she didn’t want the children anywhere near her home, but losing the case wouldn’t bode well for her either.

This is because Ewan would start visiting Athena’s home frequently. So, the best way was to get rid of the twins. That way both of them would be too bitter to even relate to each other.

She smiled widely as an idea occurred to her.

“Magdalene!” She called out to her personal maid.

Immediately, the maid hurried into the room.

“Bring out casual clothing from the wardrobe, and check if my father is still at the hospital.”

The maid furrowed her eyebrows. “Ma’am, do I go to the hospital…”

Fiona hissed. “I don’t care. Just do what I ask you to.” She headed to the bathroom and stopped, shaking her head in disgust. “You uneducated fool. Check on the hospital website and get their contact!”

The maid remained unmoving.

“What are you still doing there?”

“I don’t think that would work, Ma. I’m not a relative of Mr. Alfonso. I don’t think they would give out such information to me.”

Fiona palmed her forehead in frustration and walked into the bathroom.

When she stepped out refreshed, the maid was no longer in the room, but her clothes had been laid neatly on the bed.

She mused at the perfect fitting the color combo gave—it was one of the reasons she had kept the maid around, her knack for fashion which could rival that of a clothing assistant.

Why bother paying a wardrobe assistant when she had one at her beck and call for free, one who relied on her for the barest minimum? She laughed as she wore her clothes.

Twenty-five minutes later, she was standing at the doors of the hospital hallways, after breezing through the receptionist desk.

Here we go, she thought, strolling leisurely while her ears were keenly searching for information on the twins.

She strolled past Athena’s office twice; she would have placed her ear on the door, but for the presence of the assistant whose office she would see before reaching Athena’s. Placing her ear would yield no fruit.

Fifteen minutes later, she was tired.

She left the office and headed to the canteen, recalling that she hadn’t eaten anything since morning—because she had been too fraught with worry and thoughts about the future.

After paying for a large meal, she took the food and sat at the far side of the table, hoping not to be disturbed by anyone, including the patients.

She was halfway into eating when she heard a girlish voice that reminded her of Athena’s daughter, who had called her an uncultured pig days ago. Her hand holding the fork clenched in anger at the thought.

“Nate, what will you be picking?” She heard the girl say, and she swallowed painfully. Surely, it was the little girl.

She lifted her face, inhaling sharply when she saw the twins walking toward the food matron, with Athena’s assistant following them.

How? She gritted her teeth. How had the twins not died?

Even though her instincts had assured her of this, she still couldn’t help but be curious.

She was suddenly petrified when the male’s eyes connected with hers and held. Nate, right?

Immediately, the girl looked at her too, her lips turning up in disgust.

But it wasn’t what stopped Fiona short; it was the look of knowing in their eyes.

Somehow, they knew she had tried to poison them. Yet how was that possible?