Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 327

Chapter 327: Somber

"How is she doing?" Ewan whispered as soon as Chelsea stepped into the children’s room; not wanting to alert the children, whom he had just finished reading three bedtime stories to and who were now sleeping.

Across from him was Gianna, reading a book, legs crossed, like one with no care in the world. She had come in about ten minutes ago.

"She is sleeping now," Chelsea whispered back before beckoning him to come with her.

Ewan didn’t waste any time. He had questions for her, and for Gianna too. What drugs was Athena talking about?

When he had left with the children, he had asked them about the drugs, but they had mentioned having no knowledge of the matter. He hadn’t asked Gianna either when the latter stepped into the room, because of the children’s presence; he didn’t think Athena wanted them to know.

"So, what’s going on?" Ewan asked as he took a seat on the bed Chelsea indicated that he sit on.

Chelsea shrugged her shoulders, opening the first aid kit. "That’s her story to tell, not mine. Considering the good state of your relationship now, I’m sure she might confide in you concerning the matter."

Chelsea’s somber tone caused dread to settle in the pit of Ewan’s belly, so much so that he almost fell to his knees and begged for an answer.

What kept him from doing so was the knowing that these friends of Athena were as loyal as the word loyal. They wouldn’t say a word. But whatever it was... was serious. It would explain why Gianna hadn’t said a word since she joined him in the room with the kids.

Even now.

She was just watching Chelsea undress his wounds, the book still in her hands.

Ewan bit his lips as Chelsea redressed his wounds, his mind going to and fro. Was it cancer?

He shook his head immediately, his heart unable to take it. No, not cancer. Was it some other disease?

His clasped hands started sweating, and he became almost impervious to the pain that came with dressing his wounds, for all his mind was on Athena and what was ailing her. Would she talk to him about it?

He was ready to call the best doctors in the world, to do the necessary, to make sure she was okay.

It didn’t matter that she fell into the category of the best doctors. There must be something more to be done about her matter, something that would cure her permanently. He hated seeing her so weak, hated seeing the panic on the children’s faces when she had collapsed. He didn’t want to see those expressions again!

Of what use was he if he let all that happen again? No. Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he sent a message to Sandro.

’Get me the contact of the best doctor in the world.’

It didn’t matter the cost, he would pay for it.

"How are you calm, Ewan? Is your back numb already?"

Ewan shook his head. "It’s painful, I just don’t think a weeping me is an image you want to see..."

A chuckle escaped from Gianna’s lips to the pleasure of Ewan. At least he had made the forlorn woman laugh. Maybe...

But the chuckle dried up just as immediately and she returned to the book she was reading.

Well, there goes that chance. He thought with a sigh. Getting the answers from Athena, it was then. No need to bother Aiden too.

"All done," Chelsea muttered, stepping away from him. "You will feel better tomorrow morning. Take these pills."

Ewan swallowed the pills without hesitation, downing them with a bottle of water by the bedside stand.

"Goodnight, Ewan."

"Thank you, Chelsea. Goodnight," He said, meeting her professional gaze, a mundane thought sneaking into his mind then. What was the possible reason why his friend was at loggerheads with this funny woman? He still remembered her snide dig at Cedric.

"Gianna, you too. Thank you," He said, seeing Gianna get to her feet, leaving with Chelsea. She gave him a nod in return and left the room.

Alone in the room assigned to him, Ewan couldn’t sleep at first. He was consumed with so much curiosity that was unhealthy for him. He needed to sleep. His body needed it.

Exhaling tiredly, he lay in the bed, his belly to the mattress, and checked his messages. No replies from both Spider and Sandro.

Not having much to do, he chose to force himself to sleep. Hopefully when he woke up, Athena would be in better shape to talk to him.

"Goodnight, Athena." He muttered, and shut his eyes, his hands clutching the sides of the pillow.

His grip loosened in the next five minutes. The pills had done a good job.

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A call woke Ewan up.

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