Athena exhaled harshly, after she shut the door on its hinges.
Had she confirmed Ewan’s suspicions when she had deftly pushed him out of the apartment?
But what could she have done?
She knew the look that had suddenly appeared on his face after he had turned to the children and seen them smiling and eating.
The look of remembrance.
What happens now?
She glared at her shaking hands.
Snap out it! She commanded, hating her sudden weakness.
Hadn’t she planned for this? So, why was the thought of battle over her children making her sweat?
Athena shook her head. She needed to submit her body to an intensive work out, to remind it of what she had gone through the first year, after her exile—without help from anyone, apart from the friend Gianna had directed her to.
When she turned to the children. They were all looking at her mysteriously.
"What?"
They shook their heads, and returned to their food.
Nathaniel, however, looked up again.
"Does this mean he will be visiting from now on?"
He tried the cool-as-a-cucumber face facade, but Athena knew that her son was terribly confused by his father.
"No. This was just a one time thing..." She paused. "Do you want him to?"
Nathaniel shrugged his shoulders in response. "I don’t know, mom. I would only choose what you want."
As much as Athena was pleased with the loyalty of her children, she knew they needed the presence of their father.
However, she wouldn’t make the introduction until she was sure Fiona and her family won’t trouble her children.
That was the one thing she wouldn’t be able to take. She didn’t want to kill the woman already.
Speaking about Fiona and her family, Athena brought out her phone and set a reminder for next week—she would be including Ewan’s town to the list of towns she will be treating.
She walked up to her children and ruffled their hair. "Don’t worry, everything will be fine."
She narrowed her eyes on them thereafter. "And don’t do anything dramatic. Don’t involve Kendra in your antics too."
"Yes, mom." The children chorused, including Kendra.
Meanwhile, Ewan staggered out of the elevator in unbelief.
He kept taking deep breaths to calm himself, but it was not working. His head was aching terribly too.
He took out his phone from his pants’ front pocket and placed a call to Sandro.
"Sandro, I need to see you now. Meet me at the mansion." He spoke, when Sandro finally answered, after two rings.
He hung up the phone, without waiting for his friend’s response, and started moving to the exit of the high rise building.
As he neared the exit, he heard a doorman yelling at another. "Why did you shut down the elevator last night? Did you know your incompetence almost cost me my job?"
The offending employee kept bowing and apologizing.
Ewan furrowed his eyebrows.
Out of mere curiosity, to satisfy his instincts, he walked up to the doormen.
"Who is the owner of this building? I’d like to rent a flat?"
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