Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163: Visiting Mr. Thorne II

Emily? Who is Emily? Athena thought in confusion, rooted to the spot as she watched Old Mrs. Thorne stagger toward her slowly. The mix of sheer happiness and uncertainty on the older woman’s face was striking.

"Emily..." She called out again, each step bringing her closer to Athena and deepening the confusion.

Athena was so shocked that she didn’t notice anyone else in the large living room; her entire focus was on the woman who looked at her as if she were a long-lost treasure.

"Mom, what is going on?" Kathleen’s voice broke through the haze in Athena’s mind. Blinking furiously, she stared at the woman, who had now closed the distance to just a foot away from her.

"Emily, you are back... are these your children?"

But before Athena could ask the woman who Emily was, the latter engulfed her in a tight hug. Athena, taken aback, remained stiff until she felt the woman begin to weep against her back.

She glanced over at Old Mr. Thorne, who stood with the twins, watching them, with glistening eyes.

What the hell is going on? Her eyes seemed to ask him. Yet, he said nothing at first until Nathaniel tapped his hand gently.

"My mother is uncomfortable," Nathaniel observed, his voice steady as he tried to make sense of the situation.

This seemed to yank Old Mr. Thorne from his reverie. He hurried over to his wife, who still clung onto Athena tightly. "Florence, please let Doctor Athena go. She isn’t our Emily. Remember, Emily is dead."

But his words appeared to fall on deaf ears, as Florence continued to hold onto Athena.

Old Mr. Thorne gently tapped his wife on the back. "Please, Florence, you are making our guest uncomfortable. This is Doctor Athena, not Emily. You must have seen her pictures countless times on social media, so why are you doing this now?"

Athena wondered the same thing. Surely the older woman had done her due diligence in researching her, so what was going on now?

After a few more seconds of maintaining the hug, Florence finally released her grip.

Dabbing at her eyes with a neat white handkerchief, she signaled to Athena that she was as fastidious as the internet had portrayed.

Athena felt a curiosity well up within her—what had caused the woman to let down her guard, even for a moment?

"Edward, you can’t blame me for this. Don’t you see she is wearing Emily’s blue collection?"

Athena was more confused than ever as she looked down at the outfit Areso had gifted her.

She was slightly startled when Florence turned sharply, her gaze scanning Athena from head to toe, just as Athena had expected before.

"Where did you get that collection, child?" Florence asked, her tone cutting through the air.

Athena paused, disliking the questioning nature of her words. She glanced at Old Mr. Thorne, raising an eyebrow at him.

Old Mr. Thorne, recognizing his wife’s intent, opened his mouth to speak, but Florence sensed his words before they could escape his lips.

Athena exchanged a furtive glance with her children, bewildered. What in the heavens is going on?