Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170: Visiting Mr. Thorne IX

The twins avoided their mother’s gaze, choosing instead to focus on Old Mr. Thorne, who looked completely shocked at the term these children had just used for him.

The colorful innocence of youth seemed to envelop the room, drowning out the tension that had previously hung in the air.

Athena felt the heat creep into her palms, making them sweaty and clammy, as Florence gently pried her hand free from hers and stood up.

The older woman walked over to the long sofa where her husband sat with the children, and took a seat to the left of Nathaniel, who turned then, and gazed up at her with his bright, puppy-like blue eyes.

But by the sight of her children’s affection, Athena felt both confusion and immobility wash over her. What were they playing at?

Yet the twins, having heard the tales about the old couple, had decided, quite reasonably in their childlike minds, that becoming the grandchildren of Old Mr. Thorne and his wife might serve a dual purpose: bringing joy to the Thorne family while also earning themselves easier access to sweets.

Indeed, for days now, their mother had put a firm limit on their sugar intake, replacing treats with bland vegetables, and had enlisted Aunt Gianna in this torturous endeavor.

"Nathaniel, Kathleen, can you say that again?" Florence broke the spell of shock that had engulfed the old couple.

The twins exchanged amused glances, their little faces bursting with delight as they repeated their earlier words with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Grandpa sure looks like a youthful man!"

Tears sprang to Florence’s eyes as the words melted from the children’s lips. "What about me?" She asked, patting her chest slowly, her expression focused solely on the adorable children.

"Grandma looks youthful too!" They chimed in, their voices light and full of laughter, and just like that, Florence cried out in happiness. She embraced Nathaniel first, who was the closest, and Kathleen quickly joined the delightful tableau.

It took Old Mr. Thorne a moment to emerge from his shock. When he finally did, he looked from his sobbing wife to a stupefied Athena, who sighed in resignation, fully recognizing that the situation was spiraling out of her hands.

"Are you okay being called our daughter, Athena? Because it would be my immense pleasure," He ventured, his eyes glistening with hope after sharing such affection with the children.

The four pairs of young and old eyes fixed on Athena expectantly, with the twins giving her their best puppy-dog eyes, silently pleading for her to embrace their plans.

Athena sighed again, rising to her feet as she fought back her own tears. This moment felt monumental, as if she were about to be woven into a loving family tapestry that she had long been denied, aside from her late mother.

For she believed Old Mr. Thorne would be a great father figure to the children, given how he had shown moral support and friendship to her over the past month. Still, it was hard to fathom how quickly everything had come together.

Gianna would be ecstatic! The thought made her hands tremble slightly as they rested on her thighs.

"You don’t have to sign any letter... I just—"

"It’s okay, dear friend. Although you have to bear with me not calling you ’Dad’ for now," Athena interjected, causing laughter to bubble from Old Mr. Thorne, even as tears pooled in his eyes.

He stood up, hurriedly crossing over to Athena, who was already walking towards him. They met in a warm hug.