Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142: The Court Case V

Breathing became increasingly difficult for Ewan, especially with the intense glares directed at him from all angles—including those of the elders.

What has he done? He wondered, suppressing the anger he felt toward his friends. Hadn’t they tried to warn him earlier? Yet here he was, having chosen to believe a foolhardy hacker.

He gripped his knees tightly, forcing himself to take a deep breath to alleviate the throbbing ache in his head.

He stole a glance at Fiona, and frowned when he saw her scratching her inner palms—a clear sign of her nervousness for him.

Ewan sighed softly, tilting his head toward her, and whispered, "Don’t worry about me; everything will be fine."

Fiona managed a pitiful nod. "I hope so. I hope you win custody of the children."

But even Ewan felt the weight of doubt gnawing at him. With the evidence Athena had presented, it seemed inevitable that they would be granted equal rights to the children, and strangely enough, he was somewhat relieved that Athena wasn’t a mass murderer after all.

His eyes drifted to the image of the mangled car displayed on the screen. How had Athena survived such a horrific event?

He watched her now, take a deep breath before moving to the next slide. How many slides did she even have?

"This is the second attempt, a year ago," Athena continued, causing another wave of gasps to ripple through the hall. "This time, my children were with me. It was a traumatizing experience for us, as Morgan drove the car himself."

The tension in the air thickened, but the gasps quickly subsided, clearly overshadowed by the lingering authority of Elder Timothy. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}

"So, it’s clear to us all that Ewan’s proof was worthless..."

Echoes of agreement surfaced throughout the hall.

Athena nodded, her head bobbing in rhythm with the murmurs. "The gang is pursuing me solely because someone hired them to obtain my research—that’s all there is to it. Regarding my kidnappings in this city, I’ll address that later, as it’s not directly related to my research. This time, it’s personal."

Murmurs rose and fell again, as Fiona clutched her hands tightly. Did Athena possess proof of her involvement? She risked a glance at her father, who was also staring at her with concern.

"Secondly, Ewan mentioned a dinner..." Athena chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief.

She directed her gaze at Fiona, whose eyes widened in fear, as if she had been caught in headlights. "You said I sent you the pictures, Fiona?"

Fiona remained silent, avoiding eye contact.

"Speak up, Fiona..." Elder Timothy commanded sharply, catching Alfonso off guard—he had intended to remind the court that Fiona was not part of the case and shouldn’t be questioned.

"Yes, you did," Fiona muttered, biting her lip and feigning vulnerability. But the council comprised of many discerning individuals; they weren’t as gullible as Ewan—after all, what good had she ever done for them?

"And you didn’t bring your phone?" Athena asked, cocking her head to the right.

Fiona nodded.

"Please check again."

Furrowing her brow, wondering what game Athena was playing now, Fiona retrieved her handbag, which had been resting gracefully on the tiled floor, and placed it on the table for all to see.

"I searched earlier, and there was nothing here..." She murmured as she dipped her hand into the red Hermes bag. She froze, seconds later, when her fingers brushed against the smooth surface of her iPhone.

Impossible! She screamed inside her mind, dropping the phone as if it had burned her.

Ever the defender, Athena mused before addressing the elders. "Let her show us the chat I had with her. Or rather, she should show it to Ewan. I’m sure he won’t lie to us..."