Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241: Long Night V

Forgive him?

Athena snorted softly, humor flickering in her eyes. Like she could genuinely hold a grudge against Antonio. After all, this was the first time in a long while that he had gotten her this annoyed.

"All right, Antonio. Just promise me you won’t do this again, that you won’t misguide my children..."

"I promise." Antonio said without hesitation, dropping a kiss on her forehead. "So, we cool?"

Athena chuckled, her anger easing off completely as warmth spread through her at the gesture. "Yeah, we cool. Let’s head in. I’m starving."

The promise of food redirected her thoughts to her children’s conversation with Ewan. How was that even going?

Well, it wasn’t going exactly well; it wasn’t even going.

Left in a single room with the twins, Ewan still didn’t know the words to say.

After Athena and Antonio had left the room, Old Mr. Thorne, unable to bear the silence any longer, had taken over the situation. Without much ado, he had spoken up and led Ewan and the kids into one of the numerous visitors’ rooms, then took the other adults to the larger dining room, where supper was being served.

Now, Ewan and his children were left staring at each other, an atmosphere thick with uncertainty hanging between them.

Just then, Ewan’s phone rang, its shrill tone slicing through the awkward atmosphere.

"Excuse me..." He muttered to the children, who said nothing but shared furtive glances, their eyes exchanging unspoken concerns about this peculiar meeting.

"Sandro, is there a problem?" Ewan whispered, choosing his words carefully as he felt a flutter of anxiety flit in his chest.

Kathleen couldn’t help but stifle a small giggle, finding amusement in the hushed nature of her father’s conversation. Why was he whispering?

"Not at all. I’m just checking in. I hope you have started speaking with them?" Sandro inquired from the other end.

Ewan removed the phone from his ear for a quick moment to furrow his brows in confusion. How had Sandro become so adept at reading between the lines?

"Hello... hello..." Ewan heard distinctly, and he quickly pressed the phone back to his ear. "Not yet."

"Thought as much..." Sandro muttered knowingly. "If you don’t know what to start with, you can begin with their academics. Ask about their best subjects and all..." There was a brief pause before Sandro continued, "I’m sure more topics will spring up from there."

"Thank you, Sandro, for the tip," Ewan replied, grateful for the insight.

"And Ewan, relax. They are your children, never mind what the legal documents say. Relax and talk with them."

Ewan nodded, a sense of determination stirring within him as he ended the call. The last thread of uncertainty still tugged at his heart, but he steeled himself. It was time to bridge that gap.

"Why was Mr. Sandro calling? Is there any problem?" Nathaniel asked, reclining deeper into the sofa he shared with Kathleen, his face a blank slate.