Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: The Court Case X

"Yet, I don’t think Fiona is entirely to blame for her misdeeds, considering she had the approval of her father to be an evil stain on society. He even leads by example..." Athena began, her voice cutting through the tense air as Elder Timothy struggled to calm the increasingly agitated crowd.

He chose not to tell the defaulters to retrieve their shoes, which were lying idly on the ground, seeking to protect them, nor did he sanction them as he normally would. After all—if he had been part of the congregation—he would have stoned Fiona with whatever was at hand.

At Athena’s words, Elder Timothy’s attention snapped towards his right-hand man, his lips pursed in disapproval as he observed the man, Alfonso, fidgeting restlessly in his seat.

However, suddenly, the man became deathly still before erupting in a shout. "Be mindful of your words, Athena! You are here with a case against Ewan, not me. Don’t tarnish my good name in front of the people!"

Yet, Elder Timothy knew; he had long since accepted the truth—his old friend was guilty as charged. This outburst was merely a desperate attempt to save face. After all, would Athena make such a grave accusation without solid evidence to back it up?

So, he remained silent, refraining from defending his friend. Instead, he fixed his gaze on Athena, bracing himself for the evidence he knew was forthcoming.

When Athena chuckled softly and turned her attention back to the table of contents, clicking on the ’tyrant’s father’, his heart raced with a mix of curiosity and concern. What reckless act had his old friend committed now?

In an instant, the headshot of an unknown male—a man appearing to be in his early forties—flashed ominously on the screen.

"This is Larry Kaka, forty-nine years old..." Athena’s voice boomed, laced with a sadistic amusement that echoed through the room like a dark bell tolling. But Alfonso didn’t recognize the man—at least, not until Athena continued. "He is popularly known as Herbinger in the dark web. A hit-and-run mercenary..."

Suddenly, Alfonso’s face drained of color, his pallor apparent to everyone present in the hall. His hands trembled violently on the platform, and he had to clamp them onto his thighs to hide the manifestation of his growing dread. Yet, the sheen of sweat forming on his forehead betrayed him, glistening like a beacon under the harsh lights.

Athena moved to the next slide, building the tension.

"Now, this is a chat between our dear Elder Alfonso and the Herbinger. As you can see..." Athena pressed on, her demeanor unfaltering as she highlighted the damning conversations. "He paid the mercenary to eliminate me and the children on Christmas Day. I’m sure some of you here can recall the images of my mangled car that circulated on social media—it went viral after the celebrations..."

Before Alfonso could muster a word of defense, a red flat shoe flew from the audience, shocking the elders to their core. But due to the distance and the podium’s nature where the elders sat, the shoe could only land ungallantly at the base.

"Who threw that?" Alfonso screamed, indignation flaring deep in his blood, his green veins visibly straining at the sides of his head. "Don’t you have any respect?"

"There’s no respect for a murderer!" echoed the crowd, a fierce chorus of outrage.

Alfonso pointed accusingly at the audience, but Elder Timothy sensed the crowd’s anger and impending violence boiling over again and swiftly intervened. "Alfonso, go take a seat with your daughter."