Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Visiting Mr. Thorne IV

This again? Athena thought, cleaning her mouth elegantly with the wipe that had been kept for her.

The sensation of the soft cloth against her skin could hardly cleanse the discomfort she felt now at the dinner table; a stark contrast to her earlier feelings amidst the laughter and the bustling energy of family camaraderie while a few minutes ago. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

"I guess people do have look-alikes in this world of ours. Part of life’s humor," She finally said, trying to inject a lightness into the conversation.

"I see..." Florence muttered soberly.

Athena could detect a trace of bitterness in Florence’s words, and her heart ached for the older woman, wishing she could do something to alleviate the evident distress the woman was in.

Florence’s eyes glossed over slightly, and for a fleeting moment, Athena could see the layers of pain and nostalgia weave through her expression.

"Tell me about her, your daughter, I mean... Emily..." She offered, surprised at how natural the question felt in the air.

A flicker of brightness illuminated Florence’s face, as if a distant candle had suddenly been reignited.

"Emily was a beauty to behold, the perfect daughter and child anyone could ask for," Florence began, her voice taking on a dreamy lilt that resonated with memory. "Of course, she had her flaws, but they were barely noticeable under the shade of all her goodness. She was a bright one, a purity in this dark world of ours."

Athena paused, allowing the tale of perfection to wash over her, recognizing the bittersweet nature of Florence’s words. Grief had a way of twisting memories into something both beautiful and painful. "So, what happened to her?" She asked gently when she noticed Florence’s mood darkening again.

Florence shrugged her shoulders, rising to her feet with a heaviness that seemed to linger in the air. "She died."

The abruptness of that statement hit Athena like a cold gust of wind.

As the words left Florence’s lips, however, she began packing the plates from the table with a practiced, almost mechanical efficiency.

Athena quickly got to her feet, not wishing to impose but feeling compelled to play her role as a good guest. She helped Florence clear the table first, then followed her into the kitchen, where the woman told the servants not to bother when they tried to help.

Athena knew from experience that the woman needed this bout of house chores, a familiar routine to help untangle her thoughts.

So, when Florence stood over the sink, washing the plates slowly yet methodically, Athena stood by her side, assisting with the rinsing and wiping down of the plates with a damp cloth.

"You look so much like her, and I don’t even know if that is a good thing or a bad thing..." Florence remarked, her voice trailing off as she focused on the task at hand.