Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244: Long Night VIII

Ewan knew better than to laugh out the incredulity brimming within him like before. He had learned not to express, in any way, that he thought his son was lying, that the little protective lad was trying to put his sister in a better light.

Even though the little boy was making small talk now, Ewan had seen the seriousness in his eyes; Nathaniel truly believed that his sister was the better tech genius. But how could that be possible?

Not that he was the kind of person to belittle women, but Kathleen, much as she was very smart, didn’t seem more inclined toward computers than Nathaniel with his serious demeanor and sometimes overly serious expressions. It would make more sense that Nathaniel was more adept in that area.

Yet it didn’t really matter to him—he loved them equally—but...

He paused in his thoughts, finally noticing the nervousness mixed with anticipation in Kathleen’s eyes. It effectively tore his disbelief into shreds and turned his skepticism toward Nathaniel’s claim into curiosity.

"Is your mother aware of this?" He asked.

The twins shook their heads.

"She thinks I am the instigator," Nathaniel explained, his tone earnest. "That I am the one in the forefront, that I am coaching Kathleen, but sometimes it’s the other way around. We both have our strengths and weaknesses."

Ewan nodded slowly, getting accustomed to the well-constructed and mature words emanating from Nathaniel. "I understand. You are a good big brother. And I am proud of you."

The moment those words slipped from his mouth, Nathaniel’s cheeks and neck flushed a bright red, as if he had just received an unexpected compliment that filled a void he hadn’t consciously acknowledged until now. He gave a curt nod, the color deepening further on his face.

"I had to do it in your absence."

"And I am more grateful for that. Thank you, both of you, for protecting your mother and yourselves. I’m sorry once again for my absence all these years, but... you are not alone anymore."

"So, what do you think of me?" Kathleen asked suddenly, digressing. Her childish curiosity shone brightly in her eyes, needing reassurance.

Ewan chuckled, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease slightly. "You are really smart. Smarter than all the girls I’ve met."

Kathleen’s face lit up, her happiness contagious. She bobbled her head enthusiastically. "So, do you still want us to work for you? Of course, you have to keep it away from Mommy?"

Ewan furrowed his brows at Kathleen’s next question.

"You know we received your message weeks ago..." Nathaniel chimed in, waiting for the realization to sink in, and when it did, he raised an eyebrow, continuing Kathleen’s question.

However, Ewan shook his head.

He had wanted to hire the elite workers who had hacked into his company’s software to dig into Athena’s past, not knowing they were actually his children.

So that was why they had blocked him out...

He sighed. "It’s no longer necessary."

"But why were you looking for a hacker?"

Ewan pursed his lips, contemplating whether he should lie his way out of this one. He ultimately decided against it. He had promised to always tell the truth to them. "I wanted the help of the hackers to uncover your mother’s past life. I needed to know what I was up against during the court battle..."

Nathaniel hadn’t expected that response, hadn’t expected the honesty. His father was surprising him in many ways. The young boy could now understand why the good Mr. Sandro remained friends with Ewan.

"So, what do you two think of me?" Ewan asked after a few beats of silence, clenching his hands together. He could feel a knot tightening in his stomach as he waited nervously for their response.

"Do you think you want to spend more time with me? I am not perfect, and I don’t know much about parenting, but I can try."

The twins exchanged curious glances before Kathleen muttered, "You are okay." A pause. "Better than I had thought," She eyed Ewan closely as if trying to decipher him. "How did you know to get me paint materials? Did Mr. Sandro somehow find out about that?"

Ewan shook his head. "I just felt it in my gut as I stood in the children’s area. My gut never leads me astray."

"You listened to it when you pushed Mom away?" Nathaniel asked, curiosity flaring as his face reflected his feelings.

Ewan sighed, resigning himself to honesty. "No. I didn’t listen to it. I was more consumed with Fiona’s supposed role in my life. I was consumed with anger at the world, anger at being manipulated by her father. I didn’t stop for a moment to listen to my gut, even when Sandro pointed out some important things I had neglected."