Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129: Christmas Dinner III

"What’s going on? Where’s Ewan?" Zane and Sandro questioned in unison the moment Athena stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind her.

Silence hung in the air, thick and palpable, as she walked into the living room with her shoulders tensed, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

"He left. I’m not sure where he went," She finally replied, taking a seat on the sofa as worry trailed behind her words. "I think you two should check on him and keep an eye on him until Wednesday."

The gravity of her suggestion was not lost on the duo.

"What’s the problem?" Sandro pressed, his brow furrowing, having noticed the container she had brought from her room earlier. "Was he having a spasm?"

"Something like that..." Athena muttered, her frown deepening.

Sandro moved closer to her, taking a seat on the same sofa. Before him, Zane shifted restlessly, agitation radiating from his posture.

The irony weighed on her—these were the two men Ewan believed had turned against him, yet they were stepping up when it mattered most. Ewan really was a joke.

Sandro’s voice broke through her thoughts. "What’s going on? I’m sure you sensed something was off..."

At that moment, Athena looked at her children.

The twins, adept at deciphering their mother’s gazes, instinctively took Kendra and Stella’s hands and guided them out of the room. Stella, very perceptive, sensed the weight of the moment and felt no shame in stepping back.

"I think he’s being poisoned," Athena stated, after they had left, her voice barely above a whisper, but the shockwave it sent through the room was palpable.

Sandro’s mouth fell open in disbelief, while Zane sank heavily into one of the nearby sofas, momentarily speechless as the implications washed over him.

"The first time I ran diagnostics on his brain and body systems, I found some anomalies. I attributed them to the drowning incident from his childhood and the poor treatment he received from his doctors," Athena continued. "But when I examined him again a few days ago, I noticed something different reacting in his body systems to the temporary treatments..."

"Temporary?" Zane interrupted, his voice edged with a mix of concern and frustration. "Why give him temporary treatments? What about a permanent solution?"

"He made an appointment but canceled it, citing workload as his excuse. The last time he was in the hospital, he didn’t even take the prescriptions," Athena explained, uncertainity settling over her. "I suspect the upcoming court case has played a part in halting his need to take care of his health."

Old Mr. Thorne hissed in disapproval. "Health is wealth. If he dies, who will run the company? Doesn’t he understand that? That boy needs a good whipping!"

Gianna nodded in agreement, disappointed in Ewan’s choices.

Sandro, however, buried his head in his hands, guilt gnawing at him. If he had known about the missed appointments, he would have pressured Ewan until the latter complied. How could he not have known that Ewan was lying?

"So, the poison—what about it?" He prompted, after some seconds had ticked by, pulling back his focus to the conversation at hand.