Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268: A Gamble

Ewan tapped his black stylus pen on his large wooden oak table, deep in thought, his eyes concentrated on the pile of freshly printed comic books lying in a brown carton just beside his desk, which he had bought this morning.

He had even added the ones with female-themed heroes for Kathleen, as he had noticed during their little hangout that she seemed just as invested in the comics as her brother, seeing as she remembered most of the names of both the heroes and villains in the comics.

Would they like this new collection?

He believed they would. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t contain his excitement at the prospect of their happiness upon seeing the books.

But the problem that had him strung up was that it wasn’t yet his visitation time. As a matter of fact, it was so far from it. It was just four days after their last hangout.

Four days since he had seen them, and it felt like it had been a whole year, like he was missing his own arm.

He sighed and dropped the pen on the table. How would he convince Athena to let him see the kids again?

No matter how long he had thought about this, answers seemed to run away from him, as if they had envisioned Athena’s face when she had made her decision and didn’t want to get on her bad side.

He didn’t want to get on her bad side either, but he needed to see his children. They were a bundle of joy he didn’t have often. Over the past few days, he had cursed and regretted his past actions like it was no man’s business. If only he had just listened to Sandro or maybe stayed calm for a day to push away his feelings of anger, he would have been living a different story today.

"Honestly, Ewan, I am scared that you are working too hard today, that you are pushing yourself so much. I am tempted to make a call to your doctor and inform her that you are not taking the recovery process seriously..." Sandro stepped into the room, dragging Ewan away from the confines of his thoughts.

"Three business meetings in different countries over the past couple of days, and more local meetings than I can count... Don’t you think you are pushing it? Do you have a death wish or something?"

Ewan shrugged his shoulders, collecting the stack of documents Sandro was handing over to him. "I am fine, Sandro. Besides, I don’t think my doctor has any say in my health anymore. She has done her best for me; from here on out, it’s my job to take care of myself." Ewan answered, skimming through the first page of the document.

Athena wouldn’t care if anything happened to him, only that it would affect the kids.

He looked up at Sandro when the latter mimicked his voice and earlier reply. "That wasn’t the story when you were blue in the face and almost dead. Have you taken your meds?"

Ewan frowned, giving Sandro the stink eye. "I took them thirty minutes ago, Dad."

Sandro chuckled heartily, putting his hands inside his pockets. "You can’t blame me. I am just doing my job to the latter."

His eyes found the stack of comics beside the table. A wide smile spread across his lips. "I see you’re taking your father duties seriously. Do you want me to deliver them?"

That would be the next option if he didn’t find a way to get Athena to agree to let him meet the kids, Ewan thought, gazing at the carton keenly as if the carton would give him the answer he was looking for.

"Maybe," He finally replied. "You should transfer your disturbance to the documents I sent you to proofread and check."

Sandro scoffed, knowing this was a dismissal. "See you around, old man..." He sauntered out of the office.

Ewan sighed, saying nothing, his eyes returning to the box. His friend had asked him why he seemed to have thrown himself more into his company; well, it was so he could have more time for the kids should any situation arise.

So he crammed many days work into one day, more determined to fit a month’s work into a week or two so that if any situation arose, if any opportunity at all came up to spend time with the kids, his work wouldn’t hold him back. He was working ahead now.

Just as he was ruminating on this, he received a message on his phone.

Quickly, he picked up the gadget, sighing in relief when he saw the sender of the message: Spider.

Immediately after Ewan had returned from the mission four days ago, he had sent some information needed to Spider, along with the latter’s usual payment collected from clients, including a generous tip. Spider had only replied with "Okay."

Ewan hadn’t been bothered at the curt respone, only needing Spider to do his job.

Now skimming through the detailed reports with references, dates, and pictures, he acknowledged again that there was only one Spider; no one like him.

He paused when he saw a certain incriminating picture, tagged with a date and a title. A satisfying chuckle escaped his lips. He had finally seen something to convince Athena with. Feeling confident, he relaxed properly in his seat for the first time in four days and drafted a text.

"Hello Athena, good morning. I had Spider do some digging concerning some issues, and I think I know who the mole is. Do you think you can fix a meeting so that we could talk?"

He reread through the message and, satisfied with the short text, he nodded and sent it off, his heart picking up the pace as he waited for an answer.

He was actually hoping that the meeting would be held at Old Mr. Thorne’s house. That way, he could see the twins. And even if she was adamant about meeting in some café, he would have to strike a deal with her in order to see the children.

It wasn’t his best suit, and it might end up triggering her, but he wanted to see his children.