Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 153

Chapter 153: The Court Case XVI
“What a case.”

“Well, at least this way, there will be no debate on who the winner is.”

“That’s right. The only debate that needs to be had is what will be done to Fiona.”

“There shouldn’t even be a debate. She and her family should be sentenced to death!”

“Including Margeret? You know she has been battling with disease for over a year…”

“I don’t care. She was part of the evil six years ago with them. Should we pity her because she is sick? Hasn’t she recovered?”

Margeret shivered where she sat, listening to the loud discussions around her.

Even if she had lied in the end to protect her family, Athena had still known she was lying, and now she feared that Athena would perceive her earlier gesture of peace as a deception. She sighed and bowed her head in shame.

Meanwhile, Fiona and her father were wondering how they would leave the court with their lives intact.

“Have you found anything yet?” She asked her father, but he shook his head.

Fiona snorted softly, and refused to mention the matter of insanity to him. He could sort himself out; after all, she had more crimes to atone for than he did.

“Ahem, ahem…” Elder Timothy cleared his throat. Finally, the case was coming to an end. “Thank you, Athena, for the evidence you brought to prove your case. It was quite… enlightening…”

Cheers of agreement erupted in the crowd, but Athena remained unmoved. She was also unfazed by Ewan’s blank expression; his head was still bowed.

He must be thinking of a way out of this, she thought, still angry that he had dared to suggest that she should see the children once a month. Her children, whom she had suffered for and toiled over? Even now, the matter was a joke to her.

“Ewan, do you have anything to say? In defense… or anything at all?”

Ewan shook his head without lifting it.

Elder Timothy swallowed, feeling hurt on Ewan’s behalf, not fully understanding the turmoil but knowing the pain the young man was enduring. It was as if his whole life had been a pack of lies!

“Alright then, since that is the case, what do you want to do, Athena?”

Athena shrugged her shoulders. “I just want to take my kids and leave; that’s all.”

Ewan finally lifted his head, but his expression remained blank.

Seeing this, Elder Timothy tried to plead on his behalf, recognizing that Ewan wasn’t in the mood to speak.

“I’m sure Ewan has learned his lessons, and considering the evidence presented today, he is not exactly fit to be with the children, but please let him have a role in their lives.”

“They are not his children, Elder Timothy,” Athena interjected, causing another wave of silence to hold the people captive.

What was the doctor talking about? They wondered. They had all seen the DNA results!

Elder Timothy shared this confusion as he picked up the test results Ewan had submitted earlier.

Ewan watched him, watched Athena, feeling like an outsider.

“What are you saying, Athena? There is proof, and it is right here. Are you suggesting that it is fabricated?” Elder Timothy glanced at the twins, who were replicas of Ewan. There was no way the DNA test could be fabricated.

“Not at all, Chief Elder. But Ewan was just a sperm donor. The twins already have a father, and there is proof of that.”

A furrow marred Ewan’s smooth forehead, the first expression he had shown since Athena’s last evidence.

He watched, seemingly tepid, as Athena beckoned to the male he had seen earlier whispering into her ear. Ewan couldn’t even scoff or chuckle; his mind was too strung up for that, compounded by the increasing pain in his chest.

He had thought Zane was his competitor—although that perception had lessened with the tension between him and Giana—but he had been mistaken. It seemed there was no competition at all. He had lost. He thought, watching the guy join Athena in her stand.

“Everyone, this is Antonio, and he is the father of my children. We have evidence of an adoption contract,” Athena announced, plunging Ewan into another state of shock and pain.

An adoption contract? It was already legal? He rubbed his chest to alleviate the growing pain, but nothing happened.

He inhaled deeply—or tried to—but couldn’t. It felt as though there was a wedge lodged in his throat and chest.

What was happening? He wondered, attempting again and getting the same result. Perhaps this was due to the five pills he had taken instead of the one Athena had instructed him to take a week ago.

He clutched his knee, pain rocketing through his entire system. Why wouldn’t he ever listen? He mused bitterly, feeling blood begin to trickle from his nose and his vision clouding, worse than before.

Please wait, He mentally pleaded, tilting his head up. Wait until this court is over.

Struggling against his pain, he strained to hear what Athena was discussing with Elder Timothy.

“So, what do you have for Ewan? You wouldn’t really want him near the children, would you? Are you sure about that?”

At this point, Ewan could no longer see anything in front of him; seeing had become a painful ordeal, but he kept his eyes open. He settled for hearing, even though that was hardly any easier.

He never knew that hearing took an immense amount of strength, too. How he had taken so many things for granted!

“I will offer him the same deal he offered me back then. He will see the children once a month, on my own terms. I think that is fair.”

Ewan shut his eyes, keeping his head lifted, distinctly hearing Sandro and Zane’s incomprehensible musings.

“Okay, thank you for your amicability, Doctor Athena. What do you want for Fiona and her family?”

Ewan strained his ear nerves more, to hear Atheba’s decision, causing an explosion of stars in his vision as he clutched his knee tighter.

“I want them to be thrown into the black cell.”