Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: A Shocking Twist

Fiona couldn’t eat her meal any longer, not with the twins’ hot gazes bearing down on her—gazes that mirrored Ewan’s when he was consumed by rage.

She cursed at her shaking hands as her fork fell to the floor with a painful clatter, drawing the attention of nearly everyone in the canteen. "Why are you idiots shaking? They are just mere children! Not more than six years of age!"

Yet even as she spat these words, her heart felt like it was caught in a vice. Ignoring the spoon that lay abandoned on the floor, she clumsily rose from her seat and hurried out of the canteen, dismissing the whispers that trailed behind her like unwanted shadows.

Most of the onlookers judged her to be uncultured for leaving the fork on the floor, which only reminded her of the little girl’s scornful label—uncultured pig.

Fiona clenched her fists, straining to regain control as she stormed into her father’s ward.

Confusion washed over her when she found the room empty; her fists uncoiled and rested placidly at her sides. Where had the old man gone?

A nurse was walking by, and Fiona seized the opportunity. "Excuse me..." She stopped the nurse. "Do you know where Mr. Alfonso is? He was the patient occupying this room."

The nurse nodded, a hint of recognition flashing in her eyes. "I think he’s with his wife. He’s been spending a lot of time there."

Fiona offered a strained smile, the kind that barely masked her simmering anger, and began her way toward her mother’s ward.

As she walked, unease coiled within her, fearing that her father might be blinded by her mother’s recovery. She couldn’t afford to lose her fellow conspirator this early in the game.

Their laughter reached her before she approached the ward, sweet yet sharp like a knife. She nearly forgot how it felt to witness them together, sharing those intimate moments.

They had a love story that sparkled, something she had always envied and wished for herself with Ewan, but Athena was always the looming shadow that thwarted her aspirations.

That bitch! She screamed mentally, balling her right fist. That feeling of helpless rage softened when her mind echoed Nate’s last words: "Call my mother a bitch once more, and I’ll make sure you have no use for your tongue anymore." _{freёweɓnovel.com}

Fiona shuddered involuntarily, then cursed herself under her breath. How can I be afraid of the words of a six-year-old?

She shook her head to dispel the unsettling feeling and sauntered into the ward.

"Dad, Mom, good morning. How are you doing?" She greeted, stopping by the bedside, momentarily blindsided by her mother’s miraculous transformation. The woman who had once seemed nothing but bones and eyes was now fleshy and vibrant, as if she hasn’t been in the clutches of death at one time.

Fiona couldn’t help but acknowledge the Whitman hospital’s exceptional care this one time. They were the best in the town for nothing.

Meanwhile, Alfonso and his wife, Margaret, smiled widely at one another, their love glowing like a beacon.

"We are good," They replied in unison, the harmony of their voices grating on Fiona’s nerves.

Fighting against the urge to roll her eyes, she perched herself on the edge of the bed and studied her parents. Alfonso was affectionately hugging his wife to his side, carefully removing invisible flecks from her clothes, and the amusement in Margaret’s eyes was a painful reminder of what she lacked.

"Father, I’m here to speak with you," She finally said, her patience wearing thin.

Alfonso furrowed his eyebrows, halting his gentle ministrations to his wife. "What’s the problem, Pearl?"

Fiona bit her lip, the familiarity of her father’s endearing nickname washing over her, causing her tension to lessen, if only for a moment. The last time he had called her that was before her mother’s illness, back when everything still felt right.