Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Visiting Mr. Thorne

"Mom! Are you ready?!"

Am I ready? Athena mused after Kathleen’s shout, glancing at her reflection in the mirror.

Donning a blue two-piece ensemble—a crop top paired with palazzo trousers—that Areso had gifted her for her birthday last year, she hoped she looked good enough to meet Mrs. Thorne’s standards.

Having read about the woman, Athena knew that the latter was even stricter than her husband.

Although she wasn’t one to care much about what people thought of her, Old Mr. Thorne had become a dear friend, and she didn’t want to jeopardize that relationship by creating any tension between him and his wife, much like what had occurred with her foster parents.

Despite her friend assuring her that his wife was eager to meet her, Athena remained skeptical. But a promise was a promise, and she wouldn’t go back on her word. So, with a deep inhalation to relax, she took her Birkin clutch and walked out of her room.

Outside her door, Kathleen struggled to zip her little handbag. When she saw Athena, she sighed in relief and lifted the bag towards her mother.

Athena took the bag, expertly zipped it up, and handed it back to her. "Where is Nathaniel?" She asked as they strode into the living room.

"He is talking with Mr. Jake downstairs."

Athena nodded and turned toward the door, stopping abruptly as Gianna walked into the room holding a long sheet of paper and a pencil. "You sure you don’t want to join us?" Athena asked for the tenth time in four days since the court case.

Gianna laughed and flopped onto the longest sofa. "Nah, I’ll pass. Enjoy the afternoon with Mrs. Thorne."

Athena huffed and looked away, pondering why she had even bothered to ask. Everyone seemed so busy despite it being the holidays; it was a new year, after all.

Aiden only drove her to check on Ewan and then rushed off to work on research with Old Mr. Thorne. The only time she saw Antonio was at night when he came to see her and the kids. He was always vague about what he was working on, claiming to be busy with something. But hey, everyone was entitled to their secrets, right?

As she took Kathleen’s hand and sauntered to the exit, Athena reminded herself that she, too, was busy. She usually went out in the mornings to check on Ewan, then off to the hospital to work on the patients on her files.

Even after delegating more work to the other hires, she still felt swamped. It seemed the disease had spread further into other regions despite their efforts.

Well, happy holidays, Athena!

Downstairs, true to Kathleen’s word, Nathaniel was chatting animatedly with Jake.

Athena couldn’t quite decipher what they were talking about, but the enthusiasm radiating from Nathaniel made it seem interesting.

"Good morning, ma’am," Jake greeted with a curt bow as he stepped away from Nathaniel.

Athena chuckled at the sight. "Jake, I won’t kill you for talking with my child. He seems comfortable enough around you."

Jake smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "Thank you, ma’am," He replied before opening the car door for them.