Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 155

Chapter 155: Commotion
For a few seconds, a huge drop of silence settled in the hall as everyone paused in disbelief at the sound of the thud.

The silence was so thick that it even, to an extent, clogged the minds of the people as they stood immobile at first, not offering help to the pale Ewan, who looked lifeless on the floor.

Elder Timothy and the other elders, who had been about to leave the hall, halted in their steps, their heads all turned aside to consider this act of shock, this event that spoke of an impending doom.

Eric and Shawn, who had been about to lead a stoic Alfonso out of the hall, also stopped and turned aside to behold this mystery.

Margeret, right at the doorpost, couldn’t move out, as people who heard the thud—which had echoed as if announcing the fallen person was important—remained unmoving, and she, seeing this, had turned too. Disbelief riddled her expression when she saw what was causing the commotion.

Even Athena, who had actually predicted this happening, was at a standstill, probably because she hadn’t expected Ewan to fall like a man petrified in ice and then pushed away to break.

Only he didn’t break; rather, he was bleeding from his head due to the force of impact with the ground.

This was bad. Athena’s subconscious managed to drive past the thick shock embedded in her mind.

Then Fiona screamed in agony, shattering the illusion of calmness.

Sandro and Zane sprinted toward a fallen Ewan, not minding the influx of people again into the hall.

They pushed aside a screaming Fiona, who had tears streaming down her face, and bent to check on Ewan, ignoring the crowd surrounding them.

Even those who had left minutes ago, rushed back in after seeing that they weren’t being followed on the way, by the other townspeople.

Eric and Shawn had to shift Alfonso aside with them so that the people wouldn’t push him down; Alfonso, whose eyes kept straining to see what was going on with Ewan.

Sandro lifted Ewan’s bleeding head with his two hands and rested it on his thighs, as he had sat on the floor when getting there, not minding the stain that would bring to his clothes.

“Ewan, Ewan…” He muttered repeatedly, tapping Ewan’s cheeks with his bloodied right hand.

“Ewan, please say something…” Zane added, but Ewan was far gone at the moment to even know what was going on around him.

Adjacent to them, yet seeing clearly what was happening, Athena stood still, watching them, thinking that Ewan looked like someone battling with death.

This was the time to fulfill her own side of the deal. Right at that moment when she thought that, Zane and Sandro glanced at her as if pleading with her to consider Ewan.

“Everyone disperse…” She spoke softly at first, seeing the throng of people surrounding the source of the spectacle.

When she saw there was no movement, she raised her voice louder. “Out, everyone! Court is over!”

Then she turned to Elder Timothy, whose face was still riddled with shock and disbelief. “Please send them away. I need to treat Ewan.”

“Did you just hear what the doctor is saying?” someone asked.

“I heard it clear and straight. She wants to treat him, and to think he had wronged in so many ways ever since their unfortunate marriage nine years ago.”

“She is the perfect woman, to be honest; gracious and virtuous.”

“But do you think she has something else in mind for saving him? Do you think she will demand something in exchange for her services?”

“Do I look like I care? Even if she demands his company, she deserves all that and more!”

“You are right. From her row of testimonies which she gave today, you will note that this is not the first time she has healed him.”

“You are right, but I dare say this might be the most critical time. He looks as if dead. Can’t you see his lips turning blue? If Doctor Athena doesn’t work her magic, Ewan wouldn’t be alive to run the company or watch over Fiona’s psychiatric treatments.”

“Please don’t mention that evil woman. It will bring bad luck. Her name is synonymous with misfortune.”

“I’m telling you, I won’t give any of my children that name, for whatever reason!”

“See, he is convulsing!”

Athena paused her lips, tuning away from the conversations surrounding her as she beheld this strange anomaly. Ewan was suddenly jerking, convulsing, and foaming at the mouth. He would be a dead man if she didn’t do something soon!

She turned to Aiden, aware of Timothy’s command that everyone should leave the hall.

“Please take the children and Gianna home. I will meet you all later. And please, get me my work bag from my chambers. I’ll send you the coordinates through a text,” She said, already typing away on her phone.

Aiden nodded smartly and turned to Gianna. “Let’s go. Ewan doesn’t have much time.”

He really doesn’t. Athena thought, taking a glimpse of Ewan, still surrounded by his friends. Even though he had stopped convulsing suddenly, he was looking worse.

“Let me take a guess: the chambers you were talking about are not in your house,” Antonio said, after Aiden had left with Gianna and the twins who had looked grief-stricken.

Athena smiled thinly but gave no reply to Antonio’s statement.

Antonio chuckled softly, looking at her intensely. “I taught you secrecy, and you are better at it than I am.”

“I am sure you have more secrets than I do. Please go with Aiden. Wait for me at home. I will meet you there.”

Antonio shook his head. “I am done waiting around, Athena. I will follow you wherever you go now.”

Athena paused, looking away, having no comeback.

“Mr. Thorne, you wouldn’t be joining Aiden?”

Old Mr. Thorne shook his head. “I have already sent some of my men to follow him. I will be following you with the others to the hospital. They are waiting for your command.”

Athena sighed and held Old Mr. Thorne on the shoulders. “You know I can’t thank you enough…”

Old Mr. Thorne waved her away. “Don’t do that. We are friends. Hurry up to the lad; his life is oozing away.”

Athena nodded and sauntered over to Ewan. “How is his temperature?”

“Cold. Very cold, like a man in a coffin,” Zane answered, looking up at Athena.

“When are we moving?”

“Right now. Aiden went to get my work bag. But we will be transported to the hospital first so I can run some tests.”

“So, what are his chances of living?” Sandro finally spoke, not taking his eyes away from Ewan, who was getting paler by the passing second.

Athena paused her lips. Less than twenty percent, she would have said, but she didn’t want to puncture Sandro’s hope.

Fiona, who had read the report off Athena’s facial expression, clicked her tongue in disgust. “You knew he was dying all these weeks ago, and you couldn’t do anything just to prove a case in court. And even now, you sure took your time coming here to see him…” She spoke, looking at Athena with disdain. “You want him dead, right? You are even more wicked than I am!”

But Athena ignored her on both counts. Rather, she turned to Sandro. “Take her out of here. She is not good for Ewan’s health.”

Didn’t he know? Sandro thought, relinquishing his hold on Ewan to Zane.

When he stood to his full height, Fiona staggered back under the full gaze of his hot glare. But he didn’t go to her. Instead, he walked up to Old Mr. Thorne and took him aside to talk.

A few minutes later, five hefty men in black soldier uniforms with bulletproof vests walked into the courtroom.

“Take her into the hot room for safekeeping. When Mr. Ewan is awake, he will know what to do with her, since we have no idea where the psychiatric hospital he had in mind for her is,” Old Mr. Thorne spoke to two of the bodyguards.

Fiona staggered back until her back hit the wall of the hall as the men approached her. Hot room? What was that? Was it a place where they would burn the skin off her bones? She couldn’t let that happen!

She immediately opened her phone to call Morgan for help, but one of the trained guards, seeing this, hurried over and wiped the phone out of her hands.

“Follow us calmly, Miss Adams,” He spoke when she attempted to bypass him.

Fiona looked around her. None of the townspeople were left in the hall, not even her mother. Her father was still in the hands of Athena’s men, looking at her steadfastly.

Fiona tsked her lips and offered her hands to the guard. “Take me out of here, then,” She said finally, watching as the other men gently lifted Ewan in their arms, carrying him as if he were a dead man, toward the exit.

But before they could all leave the hall, Alfonso shrugged his arm away from Eric and Shawn and barked: “You can’t keep me in confines, Athena! I refuse it!”