Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Getting Answers

Ewan looked at his phone in confusion as he dialed Zack’s number for the tenth time, only to be met with the same incessant ringing that led straight to voicemail. Where did the sly old man keep his phone?

Ewan sighed and dialed the number again. When it repeated its former response, he gritted his teeth in annoyance and stuffed the phone into his pocket. If Zack had blocked him, then he would find the latter at his house!

With that thought planted firmly in his mind, he donned his suit jacket, which he had removed earlier when he arrived at the office for work, and strode out of his office.

Sandro, who occupied the next office, seeing the determined look on Ewan’s face, abandoned the projects he was working on at his computer, got to his feet, and grabbed his own suit jacket.

"Where to?" He asked Ewan, slipping on the jacket, shutting down his computer afterwards.

"To Zack’s house," Ewan tossed back curtly, moving briskly past the office and into the elevator.

Sandro had no time to pause and think; he followed Ewan into the elevator.

"You know, you don’t have to follow me everywhere, Sandro. I’m fine, and I always have my medication with me," Ewan said, his gaze fixed straight ahead on the elevator doors as they closed.

Sandro sighed. "Yes, I have to. Since you refused to move around with a security detail, I have no choice but to step in. What’s to say the gang hasn’t taken their eyes off you?"

Ewan had no reply to that. Yet he still thought it was better for the security agents to remain in the shadows, watching him, than to trail behind him in a multitude of cars.

"So, why do you want to see Zack? I thought you mentioned calling him..."

"His number isn’t going through. I don’t know if he blocked me, or if something else is the issue," Ewan answered, folding his arms across his chest as his mind raced through varied topics, like what he would get for his children as he would be seeing them that evening.

Would they accept him? Would they accept his gifts? Were they eager to see him as he was to see them?

"Maybe he blocked your number. Let me try with mine. Call his number," Sandro suggested, pulling Ewan away from his thoughts, albeit temporarily.

Sandro tried Zack’s number five times before concluding that perhaps the old man had blocked him too.

"It must be because we’re joined at the hip these days," He surmised, shaking his head.

Ewan scoffed. "Call Zane. I don’t think Zack hates him enough to block his number,"

Sandro shrugged. "That was before he sold out to Athena, unknowingly. Now that he has, I don’t think he sees any need to keep tabs on the big names in society."

Still, he dialed Zane’s contact. The latter picked up on the second ring.

"You want me to call that foolish man, and for what?"

As Sandro and Ewan approached their car—rather Sandro’s, since Ewan was still staying with him—in the company’s parking lot, Ewan instructed, "Just do it. We need to confirm something."

There was a pause on the other line before the call dropped. Sandro and Ewan climbed into the front seats of the car and waited.

Two minutes later, Zane called back.

"His line isn’t going through. I think he blocked mine too. That fool... Is there any problem, though? Why are you two looking for Zack? Did he do something wrong?"

"Not exactly. Remember the conversation we had yesterday at Connor’s house? Yeah... Ewan is trying to reach out to him, but to no avail. So, we’ll be heading to his house now."

"Alright then. Keep me posted. If I had to take a guess, the fool couldn’t take the heat and switched off his phone."

Sandro chuckled softly and ended the call, kicking the car into ignition.

"We’ll see about that when we get to his house," He muttered before pulling the car out of the parking lot.

Some minutes later, they parked in front of Zack’s large house, which could easily be mistaken for a mansion.

Ewan and Sandro stepped out of the car, scanning the area, which was as deserted as the house itself. Although Athena had included this neighborhood in her treatment plans, it seemed the residents had fled to better areas, where the Gray disease wasn’t rampant yet.

Looking at the empty driveway, Ewan bit down on regret as he recalled the night he had dragged Athena back here—the night he had seen on social media that she had slept with another man.

She had claimed innocence during that reckless drive, but he hadn’t listened, perhaps because she didn’t cry—just stating her facts stone-faced.

Yet, would that have made a difference considering how foolish he had been? He didn’t think so.

"Ewan, look at this!"

At least he knows who I am, Ewan thought, nodding. "Do you have any idea where he is?"