Chapter 159: Healing Ewan

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Chapter 159: Healing Ewan Athena heaved in and out roughly, wiping the beads of sweat off her forehead as she relaxed into the black cushion that sagged against the whitewashed wall of the closed room with no windows. Despite the cold ravaging outside, it was null and void in the apartment where Athena ran her personal laboratory and treatments. The room was coated with soundproof material and insulated with aluminum, keeping the cold at bay. The only source of ventilation was provided by the air conditioner stationed in the upper left section of the room, but at the moment, it was turned off because of Ewan. Athena breathed in deeply, needing to center her sweating self while checking out the fruits of her uninterrupted labor over the past few hours. Aiden had only knocked when he wanted to give her food, snacks, and cans of water since the one here had been finished on the medicine she had concocted for Ewan. Not comfortable with the sweating episode anymore, she tiredly stood up from the cushion and walked to the other side of the room, where the presence of a black door signified there was another room behind the surface. Taking a deep breath, Athena opened the door and walked into the dark space, which could pass as a storage area, and brought out a rechargeable fan along with its charging cable. Slowly, she connected an end of the cable to the fan’s charging port and trudged back to her cushion. Sitting down, she plugged the other end of the cable into the socket, placed the fan on the table in front of her, and directed it solely toward herself. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as the fan blasted a soothing wind onto her face. I should have done this earlier. She thought, reclining deeper into the cushion, her eyes fixating on Ewan. His entire body was coated with a yellowish medicine, his lower region safely covered by his boxers. Aiden had helped her remove his other clothes. Beside his bed stood a trolley filled with acupuncture needles, their sharp points tainted with dark blood. She had used them earlier to stabilize him and had been shocked when black blood oozed from those center points after several minutes. It had further confirmed the nature of the poison and the suspicions of Old Mr. Thorne and Sandro—that perhaps the threatening drug, Avanti, had been mixed with another compound, most likely a ketamine, to aid in keeping Ewan under subjection. Athena had therefore used water and a clean dish rag to thoroughly cleanse Ewan’s exposed body before applying the medicine. Now, she sighed in relief as she noticed that his color was returning and his breathing was getting steadier. He was out of the woods, for now. Exhausted, she threw her head back against the apex of the cushion, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her mind blank for a moment. Then, her phone dinged with a text. Frowning, she lowered her head, her eyes searching for her phone on the exposed areas, finally resting when they found the device in the second compartment of the trolley. Breathing deeply for strength—she was thoroughly famished despite the food and snacks Aiden had brought for her earlier—she wearily stood up and trudged to the trolley. When she picked up the phone, her eyes widened as she saw the time. Nine PM? How! So, she had actually spent more than five hours working on Ewan’s health? Well, that would explain my tiredness. Her eyebrows furrowed when she saw that the message was from an unknown number. Maybe a client? She thought, unlocking her phone and clicking on the message. She raised an eyebrow a second later as she digested the contents. "You think you are smart; I’ll teach you that you still have a lot to learn. I think I will start with the children." Athena shook her head, a thin smile forming on her lips as she deleted the message from her phone. She already knew who had sent it—Morgan. He must be so frustrated. She thought gaily before placing a call to Old Mr. Thorne. "Athena... thank God. Where are you? I checked for you in the hospital a few hours ago, but the doctors claimed you had left with Ewan moments after you arrived. Then I called Aiden for an update, and he told me you were working and needed no interruptions. What is happening? Why did you take him away from the hospital?" Old Mr. Thorne rattled off immediately after picking up the call, without waiting for a reply. Athena smiled tiredly and rested her back again against the cushion. "There was an audacious attempt on his life in the hospital. His medicine was tampered with. It was good that I got there on time; it would have been a different story otherwise." A pause settled on the other side of the phone. "Who do you think is behind it?" Old Mr. Thorne finally spoke after a few beats. Athena pressed her lips together. She wasn’t sure, honestly, and she was too fatigued to dwell on it. All that mattered was that the gang’s plans had been foiled, at least for now. "I don’t know, Mr. Thorne. I was in a hurry to get Ewan out of there; time was running out." "I see. I will run an investigation then, if that’s okay..." Athena nodded, then remembered she was on the phone. "Of course, I would really appreciate that." Old Mr. Thorne tsked softly. "How is Ewan doing? Is he looking better?" "Yes, he is better now. I’ll be tracking his progress from here until the hospital incident is resolved. I’m in my personal laboratory." Old Mr. Thorne wisely didn’t inquire about the lab’s location but cleared his throat instead. "So, the men successfully stopped the bombing. I’m sure you’ve figured that out..." Athena chuckled softly, knowing Old Mr. Thorne still wanted to talk; he enjoyed conversing with her. "Yes. I even received a text from a strange number, a threat. I know it’s from Morgan, though. He claims he would start with the children first..." Old Mr. Thorne’s bark of laughter relaxed Athena further. For some reason, this old man felt like close-knit blood kin.

Chapter 159: Healing Ewan

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