Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 279

Chapter 279: A Misunderstanding II
“What was the meaning of that?” Athena asked the remaining adults in the room, her annoyance thoroughly coloring her voice and tone, after she had sent Susan to take the twins to their rooms.

She had also instructed her young friend to pack up their things; they were returning to her house tonight. Enough of the interference from left, right and center!

“Why would you allow Ewan in here knowing the terms of the elders council, the terms we had agreed on in court?” She continued, her eyes resting on Gianna, who raised her hands in weak protest, seeing the raging anger in the former’s eyes.

“I thought you both had worked out more differences, considering how happy the children were to see him, despite their feeble attempt at holding long faces at first, and how smooth he had settled in. We thought…” Gianna paused, unsure of her next words.

“We are sorry, Athena. That will have to suffice now. I thought wrong. It’s obvious we all thought wrong.”

She got to her feet after that. “I will help Susan to pack,” She concluded, already walking toward the door that led to the passageway.

Athena didn’t bother calling her friend back or saying anything to the latter. She rather dumped her buttocks inside the closest sofa unceremoniously, still fuming.

A tense silence stayed and cloaked the room.

The two elderly adults exchanged furtive glances while watching Athena stew in her anger, and Old Mr. Thorne gestured that his wife left them alone.

The older woman didn’t waste any time. She dropped a kiss on her husband’s cheek and got to her feet. “Goodnight, Athena. I’ll be leaving you with Edward now… if you are hungry, there is food in the refrigerator… you can microwave some portions…”

Athena managed to mutter ‘thanks’ before the woman left the parlor, leaving the duo in the large sitting room.

Old Mr. Thorne allowed more of the silence to cloak them, and when he couldn’t take it any longer, he got to his feet and sauntered toward Athena, who had continued to look at a particular spot on the floor as if it had something to offer her, despite being aware of the incoming figure.

“Athena… talk to me. What is the problem?” Old Mr. Thorne inquired softly as he took a seat in the space right beside her. “Is it about what happened with Aiden?”

Athena’s head snapped toward the old man at such a fast pace that an onlooker would fear for the breakage of her neck.

“How did you know about that?” She asked, eyes flashing with a new kind of annoyance. “Did you talk with him? What did that traitor tell you?”

Old Mr. Thorne sighed, clasping his hands together. “Your unstable emotions are making you assume a lot. Yet that doesn’t make it any good…” He commented softly after a deep inhale and exhalation.

“Can you calm down, let’s have a good discussion. At the end of it, hopefully, you will see that not everything is just plain black and white… sometimes you will have to give the grey areas a chance to explain…”

Athena hissed softly, her feet beginning a tap dance on the plush floor, her mind still running in different directions.

Why was the old man speaking in parables? Did he think she was really in the mood for that?!

Aiden had disappointed her, and now Ewan, whom she had accepted would be her partner in solving these cases, had also gone ahead and messed their little partnership up by thinking he could play around with her wisdom.

So, where was the grey area? All these were making her angry! Can’t someone just be trustworthy?! Did they no longer exist?

She would have loved to call on Zane and Sandro, but they were loyal to Ewan first. And she didn’t want to involve Gianna in some kind of operation first, even though the latter now knew every part of her. It was just too dangerous.

So, what could she do?

“Athena…”

“What is it, old man?” She bit out, wishing she had even taken Antonio up on his offer. She really needed that jacuzzi like right now. She needed to ease up on the stress, not accumulate more.

Old Mr. Thorne sighed again, yet accepting that he had to get straight to the point unless she would ignore him too.

“Aiden didn’t tell me about what happened that night. I happened to hear you both shouting. I couldn’t exactly get the details but your voice tone informed me that it was a serious situation. I confirmed it when I tried to get more information from Aiden before he left the mansion. But he was tight-lipped and angry too. I’m not sure about what…”

Athena chuckled sarcastically not believing that Aiden had really stayed away because of the last remark she had made concerning his ex-wife.

“What happened, Athena?” Old Mr. Thorne pressed on.

This time, Athena told him the truth including that which involved Scarlett’s death. When she was done, Old Mr. Thorne looked paler than usual.

“That… Morgan…” He gritted through his teeth, unhappy that Athena had been carrying the sorrowful weight all this while.

“He deserves to die slowly!” He proclaimed with all urgency fisting his hands.

When he noted Athena’s hunched shoulders though he flung his hands across her shoulders drawing closer to her.

“I am truly sorry about that,” He muttered, relieved when Athena slowly rested her head on his chest.

She wasn’t crying but he knew she had done the fair share of that. Maybe the tears were far spent. His heart broke at the thought.

“And about Aiden,” He continued softly.

“I am sure he will come to his senses soon enough, that he will dump his pride soon enough and apologize properly. He shouldn’t have kept such news from you no matter what. That was a wrong move on his part.”

Athena said nothing to that, not in the mood to speak again.

Talking about Scarlett always did that to her, draining her ability to want to communicate.

“But I am afraid you have a misconception about Ewan,”