Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279: A Misunderstanding II

"What was the meaning of that?" Athena asked the remaining adults in the room, her annoyance thoroughly coloring her voice and tone, after she had sent Susan to take the twins to their rooms.

She had also instructed her young friend to pack up their things; they were returning to her house tonight. Enough of the interference from left, right and center!

"Why would you allow Ewan in here knowing the terms of the elders council, the terms we had agreed on in court?" She continued, her eyes resting on Gianna, who raised her hands in weak protest, seeing the raging anger in the former’s eyes.

"I thought you both had worked out more differences, considering how happy the children were to see him, despite their feeble attempt at holding long faces at first, and how smooth he had settled in. We thought..." Gianna paused, unsure of her next words.

"We are sorry, Athena. That will have to suffice now. I thought wrong. It’s obvious we all thought wrong."

She got to her feet after that. "I will help Susan to pack," She concluded, already walking toward the door that led to the passageway.

Athena didn’t bother calling her friend back or saying anything to the latter. She rather dumped her buttocks inside the closest sofa unceremoniously, still fuming.

A tense silence stayed and cloaked the room.

The two elderly adults exchanged furtive glances while watching Athena stew in her anger, and Old Mr. Thorne gestured that his wife left them alone.

The older woman didn’t waste any time. She dropped a kiss on her husband’s cheek and got to her feet. "Goodnight, Athena. I’ll be leaving you with Edward now... if you are hungry, there is food in the refrigerator... you can microwave some portions..."

Athena managed to mutter ’thanks’ before the woman left the parlor, leaving the duo in the large sitting room.

Old Mr. Thorne allowed more of the silence to cloak them, and when he couldn’t take it any longer, he got to his feet and sauntered toward Athena, who had continued to look at a particular spot on the floor as if it had something to offer her, despite being aware of the incoming figure.

"Athena... talk to me. What is the problem?" Old Mr. Thorne inquired softly as he took a seat in the space right beside her. "Is it about what happened with Aiden?"

Athena’s head snapped toward the old man at such a fast pace that an onlooker would fear for the breakage of her neck.

"How did you know about that?" She asked, eyes flashing with a new kind of annoyance. "Did you talk with him? What did that traitor tell you?"

Old Mr. Thorne sighed, clasping his hands together. "Your unstable emotions are making you assume a lot. Yet that doesn’t make it any good..." He commented softly after a deep inhale and exhalation.

"Can you calm down, let’s have a good discussion. At the end of it, hopefully, you will see that not everything is just plain black and white... sometimes you will have to give the grey areas a chance to explain..."

Athena hissed softly, her feet beginning a tap dance on the plush floor, her mind still running in different directions.

Why was the old man speaking in parables? Did he think she was really in the mood for that?!