Chapter 113: Dismissive

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Chapter 113: Dismissive Ewan couldn’t quite pinpoint how he was feeling—angry, sad? His emotions swirled within him like a tempest as he locked eyes with Athena, who looked at him dismissively before turning her attention to Alfonso—Alfonso, whom he had met in the office on his arrival an hour ago. If Athena was dismissive toward him, she regarded Alfonso as if he were nothing more than a speck stuck to the bottom of her shoe. Ewan grappled with which scenario was worse—her disregard for him or her contempt for Alfonso. The turmoil within him grew restless, even more so than he had felt this week regarding Fiona’s late-night outings. Although the guard he had assigned to Fiona kept insisting that she was meeting a female friend, Ewan had found himself doubting ever since he picked up the faint scent of a man lingering on her. Ever since last night. Last night, he had waited in her room, needing confirmation about what was really going on. When Fiona finally arrived, her eyes were wide with clarity, and the unmistakable smell of a man hit him like a jolt. At that moment, he knew either the guard had been lying or Fiona was sneaky like his friends had claimed. But, instead of confronting her, he had walked away without even wishing her goodnight, leaving her alone to ruminate over endless possibilities. In his heart, he resolved to assign another guard to her—one he could trust. "What are you two doing here?" Athena’s voice cut through his spiraling thoughts, snapping him back to the present. "We are not here together," he replied quickly, glancing at Alfonso, who had a confused look on his face. They had exchanged pleasantries and spoken about Fiona at one point, but there was little else binding them together at this moment. "I’m here for my treatment, as I mentioned last week." Alfonso finally spoke. Athena gave a curt nod to Ciara, who promptly picked up the telephone and made a call. A minute later, a nurse appeared and escorted a startled Alfonso out of the office. Ewan couldn’t help but wonder if Alfonso had thought Athena would attend to him personally. He had little time to dwell on that thought, for Athena turned her attention to him next. "What are you doing here?" She repeated. "I came for treatment. Maybe some drug prescriptions?" Ewan added, remembering that Sandro was supposed to get the DNA test results today. His mind also drifted to the ongoing situation involving the hacker, and he couldn’t afford to risk bed-rest now. Athena simply nodded curtly and began to exit the reception office without another word. The twins, who had largely ignored both him and Alfonso since their arrival, followed her closely. "You should follow them. She’s going to the lab," Ciara chimed in, delivering the news Ewan didn’t necessarily want to hear but now felt compelled to acknowledge. He grumbled internally, wondering how he was supposed to know she expected him to follow her. Rising to his feet, he felt a wave of irritation wash over him, not just at Athena but also at the twins for their lack of communication. Steeling himself with the thought of the DNA results Sandro would deliver to him soon, he trudged into the lab, entering just as Athena started her work. "The last medicine did a nice job," She spoke after a few moments of focused writing, handing him a slip of paper. "Give this to the nurse; she will know what to do. When are you coming in for the main treatment?" "Some time later," Ewan replied. "My tab is full at the moment. I’ll get back to you." Athena waved him off, an obvious signal that he should leave. He should heed her gesture and go, yet restlessness simmered below the surface. "Athena, what’s the problem? I’m sorry about the restaurant event, but..." He trailed off when he saw her raise her hand, halting him mid-sentence. The twins sat quietly on a bench, watching the two adults with curiosity sparkling in their eyes. "It doesn’t matter, Ewan. I’d prefer you to stay away from the children and me if you care about our safety," She said coolly. Ewan furrowed his brows, confusion settling in as he tried to grasp her words. "What are you talking about?" he asked, but she remained silent, resuming her writing. "Athena!" he pressed, unable to contain himself. The tension in the air thickened like a storm cloud. "What do you mean by that statement?" He began to pace, frustration fueling his every step. "I can’t think of anyone I know, who would want to harm you. So what are you talking about?" Athena raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "Even if I explained it to you, Ewan, even if I told you who is behind this, you wouldn’t believe me. So why are you disturbing me for the truth when you seem set on believing I’m the villain in your story?" Before Ewan could respond, the door to the private laboratory swung open, crashing against the wall as a nurse entered, followed closely by Fiona. "I tried to stop her, but she was insistent on seeing her fiancé," The nurse exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch at the sight of the tension in the room, noting the scowl on Athena’s face. "It’s okay..." Athena spoke in a calm voice. "You can go." The nurse hesitated, glancing between Athena and the couple. But after a prompt from Athena, she nodded and left the room, albeit reluctantly. Fiona clucked her tongue noisily, breaking the brief silence that fell after the nurse’s exit. "What are you doing here, Ewan? What are you doing with Athena? Your butler told me you went to work. Imagine my surprise when I dropped by your office with food and learned you were at the hospital for a check-up." She paused, locking eyes with Athena, a malicious glint sparkling therein. "So, if you’re here for a check-up, what are you doing with Athena? Is she your doctor now?" "Yes, she is. Take your leave, Fiona," Ewan shot back, his tone sharper than he intended. Fiona’s mouth fell slightly open in shock. "Since when?!" She yelled, glaring at Athena defiantly. "Since when is she your doctor? Why didn’t you tell me?" Ewan offered no answer; instead, he pointed toward the door with a calm yet deathly demeanor. "Get out." But Fiona was too consumed by her fury to comply. This must be the reason Ewan had started spying on her—his newfound alliance with Athena! She thought, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks. She was certain Athena was poisoning Ewan’s mind against her. Clenching her fists, she spat through gritted teeth, "You bitch!" "Call my mother a bitch one more time, and I’ll ensure your tongue sees no further use," came the eerily calm response from Nathaniel, followed by an unsettling tsk from Kathleen. "What an uncultured pig..."

Chapter 113: Dismissive

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