Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240: Long Night IV

Athena balled her fists at her sides, frustration coursing through her as she processed Nathaniel’s words.

She wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but both his and Kate’s comments made her realize she had been neglecting her duties in a certain area.

Did they really think they couldn’t have comic books or painting materials? How could she not know that her children loved these things? And now Nathaniel was saying he thought she wouldn’t let him have them?

What ignited that thought pattern within him? When had she ever expressed that she didn’t want them to have fun?

Nathaniel, who had been staring at his father in confusion—baffled at how Ewan had also figured out his wants—turned to his mother, shrinking back immediately upon seeing her disapproving expression.

The poor boy felt the weight of his mother’s disappointment, convinced she was upset with him for admitting his feelings aloud. Cursing himself internally, he reluctantly stretched out the comic books to Sandro. "My words were false earlier. I don’t like comic books."

"Now, that’s my boy!" Antonio cheered, throwing a fist in the air as if he had just won a milestone victory.

His enthusiasm echoed through the room, but Athena felt nothing but annoyance as she wiped a hand across her brow, heart racing with anger and disbelief, especially as Ewan suddenly looked worn out again.

"What are you doing, Nathaniel? Do you think it’s a joke to mess with someone’s feelings?" She asked hotly, her voice rising a notch, no longer bothering to glare at Antonio.

"Eh..." Nathaniel stuttered, glancing at his sister, who was staring at him with an expression he couldn’t quite grasp. He felt lost and confused. He didn’t understand his mother either.

Had he truly misread her earlier countenance? He sighed, folding inward and withdrawing his outstretched hands. "I’m sorry." He quickly turned to Ewan and added, "I’m sorry, Mr. Ewan. Thank you for the gifts. I really like them..."

"You’re welcome, Nathaniel. But why did you turn them down? You know, if you don’t like them, you can let me—"

"I do like them. I just..." Nathaniel interrupted, his voice faltering momentarily, realizing his next words were unprepared.

"He’s just way above it," Antonio chimed in, causing Athena to raise her brows in sheer anger.

Was Antonio behind this absurd idea? Telling her children they couldn’t have fun because they were "above it"?

"He is six, Antonio," Aiden interjected suddenly, speaking for the first time since the meeting began. He had been quietly observing everything unfold around him, making mental notes.

He has deduced that Ewan’s paternal instincts were indeed sharp. Wasn’t he a father himself? The ability to read one’s children, to anticipate their true needs, was a crucial aspect of being a nurturing parent. Ewan had been able to do that, without even having a strong relationship with the children, and it goes a long way to explain something good about him. Maybe, he was actually redeemable.

"Yes, true. But Nate is a genius, and doesn’t need comics to dull his brain, neither does Kathleen need the painting materials..."

Kathleen pressed her lips tightly, hugging the painting materials as if they were a lifeline, her fingers curling around them protectively.

Athena’s mouth, however, fell open. So, Antonio was behind this stupid thought pattern her children had developed. That because they were geniuses, they didn’t need comics and painting. Was that why they didn’t even watch cartoons?

Though she had noticed a loosening up when they had moved here, she had thought it just excitement, and nothing more. But she understood things more clearly now—Antonio really had a far reaching influence on her kids.

Yet, how could she have been blind to this?

She darted a glance at Aiden, he gave her a curt understanding nod, then spoke: "Comics and a painting hobby won’t dull their brains, Antonio. It would only open their minds to more creativity."

Around them, the other adults exchanged surprised glances, unsure how to react to the tense atmosphere that had suddenly filled the room.

Ewan’s thoughts raced as he almost asked Athena why she had chosen someone like Antonio—who seemed intent on turning his children into robots—to be the children’s father. Yet he restrained himself, aware that it might only add fuel to the fire. He had brought this nonsense upon himself to start with, hence he chose silence, watching intently for Athena’s response.

Would she side with Antonio, especially as the latter scoffed ungracefully at Aiden’s words?

"I don’t think so, Aiden. The only games they should keep busy with are puzzles and..."

"Antonio..." Athena was facing down as she called out Antonio’s name, but everyone in the room could sense the large bouts of anger emanating from her.

Antonio immediately shut his mouth, nostrils flaring when he realized she was angry at him, and not for him.

With the crisp air wrapping around them, Athena turned to face him, their faces mere inches apart. _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}