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

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 geta new one,” She thought bitterly, clucking her tongue in irritation when one of the maids

rushed into the room.

"Ma’am, are you okay? | 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? | 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."

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 givea 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. | 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 givereasonable information. Now, get out!" Fiona snapped, her voice piercing.

The maid folded her lips in anger. It was clear she wanted to retort but felt powerless. She faked a shallow bow

and walked out of the room, her footsteps echoing in the silence that followed.

Fiona noticed the slight defiance but chose to ignore it. The maid’s freedom should be a reward.

Her hand itched to call Morgan again, but deep down, she understood there was no use. He would reach out

when he was ready.

She wished she could call her father, but the old man had only fixed a meeting a few days hence to discuss the

future of the company after it had been handed over to Athena. He wanted to see the miracle she would work

with it.

They would only pounce after she had revived it, a strategy that mingled anticipation with despair. This was a

waiting gshe had no choice but to play.

So, the only option left was to call Ewan. She turned around to pick up her phone, cursing when she remembered

that she had thrown it in anger. "Maid!" she shouted in frustration.

The maid from earlier hurried back into the room, her demeanor sheepish. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Tell Master Ewan that | need a new phone. Fabricate a good excuse for him," Fiona ordered, her annoyance

bubbling back to the surface. "And include an extra five thousand dollars to the amount required for a new

phone. Once it's sorted out, buya better phone than this junk, and keep the five thousand for yourself. So do

your research well!"

The maid nodded dutifully, sensing the urgency in Fiona’s voice.

"I need the phone in an hour from now. So chop chop," Fiona commanded, impatience etched across her

features.

The maid bowed deeply, her sense of purpose realigned, and hurried out of the room.

Fiona laughed, a bitter sound that

echoed around the otherwise silent

room. Poor Peoplg Weke)sdeasy to

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Meanwhile, at a nearby bar, Zack was drunk again, but this the wasn’t alone.

He sat nursing a drink beside Alfonso, who had maintained a reasonable distance despite recognizing Zack's

inebriated state.

"Hey, what happened to your company? | haven't seen anything about it in a while," Alfonso slurred, leaning in

closer to get a better look at his friend's demeanor.

"I sold it—that’s why. | sold it to Ethan Patterson..." Zack replied, pride peeking through his drunken haze.

Alfonso furrowed his brow, perplexed. "Ethan Patterson? The one with that new thriving company we wanted to

invest in?"

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"What about you?" Zack leaned closer, pressing for details. "How's your company faring, especially after that

publicized balance sheet debacle?"

Alfonso shrugged, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I don’t really know. Beats me. | sold it to Athena for eight

million dollars, by the way."

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Alfonso’s expression soured, rage bubbling beneath the surface. "I want to kill her."

"Shere," Zack agreed, his laughter fading into a grimace. "We should do it. She has caused enough misery

for all of us."

"Do you even care that she is your daughter?" Alfonso shot back, his voice low and menacing.