Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85: New Allies

After Fiona ended the call with her father, she calmly dropped the phone onto the bedside table, the sudden silence of the room echoing the chaos in her mind.

Athena was still alive? She couldn’t believe it. Morgan had never failed at anything before. If her father was right, this would be a first. But how could it be? It didn’t make sense.

She darted a glance at her phone again. Worse, he wasn’t picking up his calls! Was it because of the failure? Was he embarrassed to speak with her? Was he afraid she would cuss him out?

Well, he should be! A wave of fury washed over her. Fiona angrily picked up the phone and called the number for the umpteenth time, but it kept going to voicemail.

Frustrated, she threw the phone to the ground, where it shattered upon impact, glass flying across the floor like tiny pieces of her crumbling reality.

’Well, Ewan can get me a new one,’ She thought bitterly, clucking her tongue in irritation when one of the maids rushed into the room.

"Ma’am, are you okay? I heard a noise..." The maid stammered, her eyes wide with concern as she took in the disarray.

"Yes, I’m okay," Fiona snapped, her irritation evident as she waved the maid off, but the woman’s persistence only fueled her anger further.

The maid hurried to the other side of the bed, stopping when she saw the phone shattered on the floor. She bent down to pick it up, but Fiona shouted at her, "Are you pigheaded? I told you that I’m okay! Get out of here!"

The maid trembled, clearly shaken by Fiona’s harsh tone. She stood up and scurried toward the door, but before the maid could escape, Fiona stopped her. "Wait."

Fiona stepped forward, her tone shifting as she gathered herself. "Turn around." _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

The maid complied, eyes darting nervously.

"Where is the master of the house?" Fiona asked, her voice a mix of demand and desperation.

"He went to work today," The maid replied, her voice trembling.

Fiona pursed her lips, contemplating her next words. "Apart from work, is there any other place he goes?"

The maid hesitated, seemingly weighing her response carefully. "I’m not sure."

"If you give me a reasonable answer, I’ll give you a thousand dollars on the spot," Fiona said, her eyes narrowing with intent.

The maid’s eyes widened in surprise. She glanced around the room, as if searching for hidden cameras, and then leaned in slightly. "Doctor Athena is in the hospital. I overheard him speaking with Mr. Sandro. Sometimes, he visits her, and he prepares food for her on the days he goes to see her."

Fiona felt her heart sink, anxiety twisting in her stomach. She rubbed her chest, but the discomfort wouldn’t budge. Tears of frustration and anger burned in her eyes. So she shouted, to the chagrin of the maid, again and again, until she felt a little better.

"You can go," She finally said, flinging her hand dismissively at the maid.

However, the maid hesitated, lingering in the doorway.

"Ma’am, the payment..." she began, her tone hesitant.

"You didn’t give me reasonable information. Now, get out!" Fiona snapped, her voice piercing.