Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 445

Chapter 445: Pleased

“How is she doing?” Ewan asked Athena as he stepped into the room where Florence was kept under strict hospital supervision.

She seemed to be sleeping—this first patient to be treated with the new cure—and to avoid leakage, and for her protection too, guards were mounted even outside her door.

“Better. She is recuperating…” Athena muttered, her arms crossed against her chest, eyes trained on her grandmother, darting at times to her grandfather who was sitting on a stool close to the bed. He had not let go of Florence’s hand, nor stopped watching her, except for the few seconds when Ewan had stepped into the VIP room.

“That’s great.” Ewan moved closer, placing a hand on Old Mr. Thorne’s shoulders and giving a gentle squeeze—conveying both comfort and relief.

Old Mr. Thorne tapped his hand twice softly, before asking him of his journey.

“Went well…” Ewan answered, meeting Athena’s now curious gaze.

“Sure? Is that why you came with security?”

Old Mr. Thorne frowned, though his face remained turned toward his wife. “Security? Did something happen?”

Ewan sighed, barely. “Visiting the old boss didn’t come with any consequence…” he said, with little difficulty, his mind tripping over the confession John had made.

Even if he wanted to tell them, he couldn’t do it now—not with their attention fixed on Florence.

“But when I returned this morning, Kael had sent men to pick me up at the airport… maybe dispose of me somewhere else.”

Athena cussed softly, her jaw tightening.

“I would have preferred though, to have been informed concerning the attacks last night… or rather the scouts the gang had sent… it would have helped me be more cautious…”

A pause. “If Connor hadn’t shown up, I’m not sure how I would have escaped that ambush.”

Athena’s hands fell and clenched into fists by her sides.

When her grandfather had informed her—for she hadn’t returned home last night, not until this morning when she had gone to see Florence, take a change of clothes, and make sure her grandmother was settled in the hospital—rage had heaped upon the already simmering anger within her.

She had vowed to do to Kael, as she had done to Morgan. Even worse.

“I am sorry about that…” She finally said. “I just figured you would have your hands full with your old boss. Did he give the consent we were looking for?”

Ewan nodded. “But he doesn’t want Kael dead—not unless the latter persists to wreak havoc. I didn’t give any promises though,” he added, when Athena scowled at him.

“Good,” she said firmly. “Because I’m not letting him go scot-free.”

Ewan bit his lower lip, looking away. What would she think if he mentioned the identity of her mother’s killer then?

What would Old Mr. Thorne—who was nodding now to his granddaughter’s conclusion—do?

Ewan ruffled his hair, and when he reverted his gaze to Athena, finding her watching him closely, he swallowed thickly.

“Did something happen?” she asked.

He shook his head immediately, changing the topic. “Did the cure work out as assumed?” He held a sigh of relief when a soft smile touched her lips.

“Yes. We are extremely lucky, even. The other patients have been given the cure too… I will have to make more batches though, so I’ll be returning to the lab soon…”

She looked at him intently, and he understood that she wanted to know if he could handle things with the children in her absence.

“That’s okay.” He brightened up a little. “What happens to the first patients then? Heard they are all gang members, if the tattoos are right…”

Athena nodded. “The tattoos are right, have been made for a while too. Checked out their profiles—matched with what’s in the criminal records. They are under surveillance too. We don’t want to risk them escaping when they wake. Hopefully, they were forced into this, and would help us with some truths about Kael and the gang—and better, their sponsor for this madness.”

Ewan was pleased with the turnout. “Has the cure been made public yet?”

Athena shook her head, scratching an itchy spot on her hair. “I’m stalling. Anyone sick after all will come to the hospital. And I have confided only in a few doctors—trusted ones. Had them checked out thoroughly.”

A sigh escaped her. “I am just glad for the tip. It would have been disastrous otherwise. We’ve had more than twenty patients come up with the variant, and that’s excluding the doctors and nurses that had been infected…”

She saw Ewan’s lifted brow and nodded. “It is communicable, worse on all fronts than its predecessor.”

Ewan exhaled slowly. “The tipper… have we found the contact?”

“Not yet. Aiden is still making connections…” a pause. “I think whoever this person is will help us much more. Really. I think he or she will know who the sponsor is. I told Aiden to take his time though—not that I am not in a hurry, but to avoid loopholes and leakage. We don’t want to put the anonymous in trouble…”

Ewan nodded slowly. “I checked on Spider… he looks better.”

“Yes. I checked him out before leaving… he should be up by next weekend. Fortunately, his vitals are better. I am not sure how soon he can help us though… Lucas too is awake. He should be joining his family before the week runs out, in their quarters.”

Athena sighed, dropping her doctor’s pad on the cabinet beside the bed.

When she stood upright, silent, Ewan noticed the tired lines around her eyes, the droop in her shoulders. “Have you eaten today?”

She looked startled by the question. Before she could cook up an answer, Old Mr. Thorne turned to Ewan. “Take her out for a late lunch, before she works herself into oblivion.”

Athena opened her mouth to protest, to mention she had to return to the lab, but Old Mr. Thorne wasn’t having it.

“You can return when you have eaten, dear. You’re a doctor after all—your health first, as you do caution your patients. You can’t be of help to another if you gas out. Ewan…”

“Of course, sir.” Then to Athena: “This way, my lady.”

Ewan loved himself enough not to smile when Athena glared at him hotly, her lips pressing into a tight line as she reluctantly reached for her coat.