Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232: Matters Arising

"Was the parting statement necessary? The threat, I mean..." Ewan asked, a thin smile dancing on his lips, while looking at Sandro who was seated opposite him and drinking a glass of champagne.

Sandro shrugged his shoulders, taking another sip of the champagne. "He never needs to have a nice relaxing moment all the days of his life. He should spend his remaining days looking over his back. He deserves that much for his role in this mess we are stewing in today, since no one wants to put him behind bars. Or better, in the black cells."

Ewan chuckled, shaking his head, and looked out the window as the private jet prepared for take-off.

During the drive from the restaurant to this location, he had allowed a cocoon of comfortable silence to envelope him and Sandro, because he needed to think; to ruminate on the fruits that his journey to see Zack had yielded.

Not many fruits though, if he was to say, but the few had been worth it.

"Why don’t you put him behind bars actually, Ewan? At least to sieve away that pride and selfishness that is still within him? Did you hear him speak? The dude is still unrepentant despite what he says! I don’t think therapy is doing him any good. If I should take a guess, he just wants to shag that therapist and move to another young blood! I am sure you remember how he is..."

Ewan nodded. Of course, he remembered. The foolish man had claimed that he missed his wife, that he loved her so much, but a few weeks after her death he was already picking young college students and sleeping with them like a mad dog.

Desperate much to get a male child? Ewan wasn’t sure, nor did he care. But so far, no son has turned up. If he should take a guess, Zack was probably impotent. The thought made him chuckle.

"Just leave him be, Sandro. After all, what charge would we bring against him to put him in jail?"

Sandro scoffed. "You know we can do it without any charges. You just need to speak with that police friend of yours, and he will complete the paperwork, even within a day!"

Ewan shook his head. "Let’s leave him be. He will be useful in the future, with him still depending on the company for survival to an extent."

Sandro paused, finally seeing where Ewan was heading. "You sly cat..."

Ewan chuckled, picking up his own glass of champagne. "Well, they’ve left me no choice."

"So, what do you think of the information we have just gathered? Do you still think that Athena was the one that had saved you those years ago?" Sandro asked, after a few beats of silence.

"I don’t know, Sandro. Some things just don’t add up."

"Like how she is still alive?"

"Yeah. When I had met Athena a few months ago concerning my health, when she had discovered what was wrong with my brain, she had told me that Fiona couldn’t be my savior, because whosoever my savior is, there was no way she would have survived that experience. Still..." A pause. "The time correlates."

"It can just be a coincidence, Ewan. Remember the most important factor—there was no way you and Athena could have been friends. Your families were enemies, even though pretending to be civil and all."

That too. Ewan thought, sighing tiredly. But there were still the unresolved questions, like what had caused the accident, and what had triggered the comatose period.

Could he ask Athena? Would she remember, seeing that she was a pro in medicine now? Surely, she would have been able to do something concerning her issue.

However, as he contemplated this, he knew there was no way Athena would listen to him, not to mention answering his questions. She would rather order him to stop prying into her past.