Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 434

Chapter 434: Third News II

“Where is Mommy?” Nathaniel asked Ewan immediately as he came into the dining room with his sister, both dressed in their uniforms for school. Behind them was Chelsea, who would be taking them to school that morning.

“She is already out for work,” Ewan replied simply, watching as the trio took their seats in the dining room.

He raised a brow, wondering at their fascination with toasted bread as all three reached for the same plate at the same time.

Gianna had done the same thing a few minutes ago, grabbing four of the sweet-smelling goodness before hurrying out of the house as though someone had lighted a flame under her ass.

“This tastes different,” Kate mentioned with a small frown, chewing slowly. “Did Grandma not make it?”

Ewan exchanged glances with Old Mr. Thorne, whom he had been talking with before the trio stepped in, and shook his head. “No. I did.”

Silence fell in the room, only interrupted by Old Mr. Thorne sipping from his coffee cup. But just for a minute.

Chelsea broke it with a laugh. “Didn’t know you could cook too, Ewan… who taught you? Athena?”

She winked, amused, as Ewan visibly balked at the comment.

“What?” She pressed,then remembering the twins with her, she shrugged her shoulders, biting down on the softness.

“Don’t you like it?” Ewan asked his children, ignoring Chelsea’s question deliberately. Who had taught him to cook—or rather make toasted bread that way—was Athena. It was no surprise Chelsea had guessed it right. The woman must have eaten a lot of it from her friend’s hands.

But Athena coaching him had been more of an indirect consequence. During their cold marriage, he had loved her food so much that when he came across her recipe book in the kitchen where she wrote things down, he couldn’t resist peeking through.

Toasted bread was one of the few that stayed with him over the years, mostly because he practiced making it so much that he had become a pro.

“I like it. Tastes like Mom’s,” Kate said softly, then exchanged a sly glance with her brother.

Old Mr. Thorne almost laughed out loud, holding back the sound behind his coffee cup. His wise great-grandchildren, he mused, enjoying another sip of the coffee which Ewan had made too.

Maybe he should hire Ewan as a barista.

Ewan, however, had nothing to say. He only pressed his lips together tightly. Next, the twins would be reporting him to Athena.

“You cook other stuff too?” Nathaniel asked curiously, his spoon paused midair.

Ewan nodded. “Relieves stress sometimes.”

His lips quirked when his children exchanged quick glances. Did their mother cook to relieve stress too?

He was amused then, amusement that knocked a reasonable amount of tension off his shoulders.

After Athena had left for her lab, after he had finished making connections, research, and calls too, he had become reasonably bored. Unsleepy too, for he had drunk coffee most of the night. So, he had burned out the frustration in the kitchen, relieving the servants of their morning duty—Florence too.

Florence, who had come down with a fever from the stress of yesterday, according to her husband.

All the same, the cooking spree had turned out well.

Old Mr. Thorne hadn’t complained, neither had Gianna when she bit down on one before she left. Neither had the people before him, or the ones who left the house an hour ago—Sandro to the company, Aiden and Susan to their agency where they would work hand in hand with Eric to trace and bring the convicts back to the black cells.

Last he spoke with Eric, Shawn was also working to refortify the black cells. They had blamed the incident on a terrorist attack when reporting to their superiors.

Thinking of the matters at hand dampened his mood, in addition to the fact that he would soon be on his way to see his old master.

Ewan wasn’t sure what to expect. Would the old man be accepting, vengeful? Had the years done the latter any good? Healed the blackened heart?

He would have already been on his way, but he wanted to see his children first, since they hadn’t met Athena before she left for the lab.

Outside, he wished them well as they joined Chelsea in the car, driven by two security officials, three more cars following them for protection.

“Will you be here when we come back?” Kathleen asked softly, tilting her head as he put the seat belt around her.

He shook his head. “Maybe not. I have a meeting. But your great-grandpa will be around. I’ll be back before you know it.”

And then he dropped a kiss on her forehead, then the same on Nathaniel’s, who looked at him curiously.

“Do you have any questions for me, buddy?”

Nathaniel shook his head, pleased with the affectionate term his father called him. “I trust you.”

It wasn’t a detailed statement, but Ewan understood, and was highly honored. He gave his son a pat on his full hair before backing away from the car.

“Listen to your teachers… well, if they give reasonable instructions and lessons.”

Kate laughed in the company of her brother’s amused smile, and waved at him. He waved back until they were out of the estate, then returned to the dining room where Old Mr. Thorne was already reading the recent issue of the KN newspapers.

He wondered if the old man knew that his great-grandchildren were the brains behind the system.

“So, when are you leaving?” Old Mr. Thorne asked, lifting his head from the papers, cutting off Ewan’s thoughts. “Do you really have to go? Can’t we deal with Kael on our own?”

Ewan sighed, leaning against the chair back. “I am aware. But I need to follow this protocol, to avoid any adverse or counter effects.” A pause. “I’ll be leaving now too. Do take care, old man.”

Old Mr. Thorne exhaled, closed the papers, and kept them on the table. “I should be telling you that, Ewan. Are you sure you don’t need security? You’re not sure of the reception you’ll receive when you get to the location.”

True. But there was no choice, really. He had made a promise, and he would keep it.

“I will be fine, old man. See you tomorrow.”