Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 218

Chapter 218: The ‘Psychatric Clinic’ V
“Were you able to get the information on Ethan Patterson?” Ewan asked Sandro as he halted right in the middle of Connor’s living room.

Sandro nodded and deftly brought up his iPad, scrolling and swiping past a couple of documents.

“He is an orphan, lived from one foster home to another, and finally got dumped at an orphanage… Lucky enough to garner the attention of a reverend father when he topped his classes in the Catholic boarding school. The Father sent him to college…”

An intermittent pause.

“Somehow, he met Athena, because that’s the next information I see right here. The fact that he was seen with Athena at every event, at every gathering—it was like he was a bodyguard, something akin to what Aiden is. Do you think there’s a common ground where they all met?”

Sandro looked up from the tab to see Zane and Ewan sitting on the wooden chairs around a small dining table by the northern wing of the living room. He joined them, taking a seat directly opposite Ewan.

“I’m not sure. That’s what research is for, isn’t it?” Ewan stated, drumming his fingers on the table.

Sandro sighed and returned his attention to the tab. “Well, there’s a hole in the research. Holes, actually. Ethan’s life, from when he met Athena, is quite obscure. The only known thing is that he suddenly sprouted up to becoming the CEO of a couple of startups, which, according to him today, all belong to Athena. Yet, it doesn’t stop the fact that he has made his mark in the business world.”

“And what about the academy? Did you collect information on that? Is it a school?” Ewan asked, pushing aside questions of Athena’s life that kept popping up.

He needed to fill these holes, yes, but he didn’t want to obsess over them. After all, the present was more important than the past. His concern was her safety, her and the twins.

“The academy in question is a martial arts academy, owned by the late Mr. Shen. According to our sources, he willed it to Athena at the time of his death, and not just that alone, but more than thirty percent of his wealth, both to her and the children. Aiden too.”

A reflective pause.

“I’m guessing that since she can’t be in two places at a time, she told Ethan to take care of it.”

“Hmmm…” Ewan rested his head on the apex of the chair. “But if the old man willed it to her, it means she was his student at one time. Doesn’t he have children?”

“He does,” Sandro answered. “Five, actually… willed ten percent to each of them. Left the wife out because she is a hoe. Our sources mention that there are rumors about the sons plotting to kill Athena. As a matter of fact, they made the attempt some days ago, but Athena and Aiden dealt with the sent troupe.”

“When you say dealt…” Zane spoke up for the first time since the sit-down.

“Yes, I mean killed,” Sandro replied, looking at the tab.

Zane whistled.

“So, I think there is a possibility they all met at Shen’s academy. I mean, Athena and her private crew.” A pause. “Wow…”

“What is the matter, Sandro?” Ewan asked, leaning forward as if wanting to plunge into the iPad.

“According to this research, the late Mr. Shen took Athena under his wings when Antonio’s parents…”

“Stop. You said, Antonio?” Zane interrupted, leaning forward too.

Sandro nodded. “Turns out Antonio was the friend Athena ran to after being exiled. He was Gianna’s college friend. I guess she gave Athena the contact.”

Zane’s lips thinned as he tried to understand the type of friendship that existed between Gianna and Antonio, not minding that Antonio was currently all lovey-dovey on Athena.

“So, because she was pregnant, Athena was always picked upon… Therefore, when Mr. Shen made the offer to take her in, she accepted it. Antonio had no problem with it either, as Mr. Shen had a good reputation in the country.” Sandro continued with the report.

Ewan inhaled slowly and threw back his head as he tried to imagine what torment Athena had gone through in those months when she had been bullied. All this was his fault!

He clenched his fists on the table, needing to punch something or somebody. Alfonso would have been the best option, but the latter was miles away now, hopefully in the black cells. Ewan prayed the latter was in very harsh torment.

“So, Athena’s rise to fame started with her singular connection to Mr. Shen.” Sandro paused and scrolled down. “Seeing the man’s impressive profile, including his achievements and investments, I can see how she is easily and highly connected, especially since she is his favorite student. According to our sources, the academy is linked to the CIA too.”

Ewan’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “The CIA? Well, that explains it,” He said quietly, exhaling softly afterward. “It really explains a lot. The reflexes, the trained security detail…”

He shook his head. “So, if Ethan oversees the academy, what about her other companies? Who is overseeing them?”

“There are others like Ethan stationed at those companies. For the one in our country, I’m not sure. Maybe Aiden?”

Ewan shook his head again. “I don’t think so. He has his hands occupied with security and research.”

“Well, I guess we will have to see about that,” Zane said. “Is there more?”

Sandro nodded with a satisfied smile. “So much more. Athena’s education background, for instance… According to our sources, she was pulled out of school in her lower grades because of an accident that wreaked havoc on her brain. She was in a coma for more than thirteen months. And because Zack was more careful about his reputation than her recovery, he kept her hidden and locked up in one of the pretty rooms in the mansion.”

A pause.

“Worse, whenever he was asked about her, he claimed she wasn’t interested in education. By the time Athena was fully recovered and let out in public again, she was branded an illiterate. Hence, no one knew she was homeschooled by her mother first, before she delved into online classes, except her close friends.”

Ewan’s fingers stopped their drumming motion on the table then, while his eyes sharpened with a certain clarity. “The accident… what was the accident?”