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

At Athena's question, Aiden sighed weakly, glancing at his friend who was bent on believing that Master Shen's death hadn't been an accident.

Was it too hard to believe that a strong karate master could have simply given up the ghost out of a heart attack? Was that even to be considered far-fetched, considering the inconsiderate and wicked family members that surrounded him?

Why was she being so hard on herself? He wondered. Couldn't she just let sleeping dogs lie? He would have stopped the questioning—for the sake of its uselessness—but there was something in her resolve, her determined face, that made him hold back. He knew she had to learn the lesson herself, feel the sting of accepting reality on her own.

Didn't Ewan mention that he cared too much? Another tired sigh escaped him as he directed his gaze to Morgan.

The latter, which met Athena's gaze tiredly, with an emotion akin to curiosity—albeit weak—in his eyes.

The bitch really was leaving no stone unturned. He mused, drawing in sharp breaths greedily, feeling himself grow weaker with each passing second. So much so that opening his mouth to speak seemed like a war in itself. All he wanted was to close his eyes and sleep—since freedom had become a thing of the past.

"I'm not as patient as Ewan." Athena's cold voice snapped Morgan out of his thoughts.

"Sorry…" The word slipped from his lips before he could stop it. He tried to laugh at his pathetic submission that came far too soon, but the laugh came out as a dried croak. He was really done for.

"Your suspicions…are right, Athena. Master Shen's death wasn't natural. Yes, he suffered from high blood pressure sometimes, and occasional heart attacks, but it wasn't what killed him."

Athena controlled the trembling of her lips, the onslaught of sorrow threatening to overwhelm her. She forbade her eye faucet from opening, refusing to let the tears fall. This wasn't the time to weep. It was the time to set things straight—to seek the truth, to seek revenge.

Still, she couldn't stop herself from darting a quick "I-told-you-so" look at Aiden, who she knew had sighed earlier.

Aiden, for his part, had the grace to look surprised—aware that he had been careless again.

"Were you behind it?" Athena returned her focus to Morgan.

The latter shook his head—an effort that drained him further, taking more life out of his already weakened body. He resolved not to speak unless absolutely necessary.

"Then who was behind it?" Athena pressed, her voice sharp. She was aware of Morgan's drained state, but she couldn't care less. The answers mattered more.

"His children. Bolin. Zichen. And Fang."

A pause. "Fang wasn't necessarily involved—just a silent partner. Method of death: poisoning his tea."

Athena bowed her head, fists clenched in rage. How dare those idiots? Those sorry excuses for children! Weren't they afraid of being caught? Weren't they afraid of the consequences—her consequences—when she found out?

Silent partner or not, Fang was still a partner to her father's death! Athena screamed inside her mind, cussing out the first daughter of Mastsr Shen, her hand already flying across the keyboard of her phone, typing a message to Ethan.

Far be it from her to let this slide. They would pay for their sins.

Seeing the fury on Athena's face as she typed, Morgan pitied Bolin and his siblings. They had connived to kill their father, thinking they would have access to his properties, assuming that the crafty old man hadn't made a will.

They would really go through hell in Athena's hands. He thought, feeling lightheaded—so lightheaded, in fact, that he started speaking more about the subject matter without being asked, driven by the feeling that inactivity might spell the shutdown of his body's systems forever. He didn't want that—not yet.

"He first came to me… about the plan, a year ago…" Morgan began, voice trembling. "When he discovered that his old man was sending money—monthly—to a trust fund in your children's name. Bolin hadn't been able to get past the idea that there might be more going on—things he didn't see. He couldn't bear the thought of you and your kids eating where you hadn't sown, so he conspired with his younger siblings. To his surprise, they agreed to do away with their father."

He paused, then added, "As for my relationship with Bolin—he's just a gang wannabe."

A wheeze escaped him, sounding more like a cough. "I never involved him in my gang because he didn't seem loyal—was too shallow…"

Athena couldn't help but agree with a nod to Morgan's evaluation. Having sparred with Bolin more than twice, having lived with him at one time, she could confidently say that Bolin was vastly different from his almost-perfect father.

"So he formed a little gang with his brother…" Morgan continued, a bitter laugh in his voice. "To think he's planning to kidnap your twins with those terrible, winky people… I heard you took out a lot of them after his father's funeral… Is that true?"

Athena didn't bother answering. Instead, she returned her focus to the message she was typing to Ethan, adding a new clause.

How dare Bolin? How dare he think, plot, and conspire to touch her children? She would make sure he was rendered unable to touch anything again!

"Do you have more to say before you collapse?" Athena asked, pocketing her phone.

Morgan paused, then laughed softly. "No, I'm done with the matter. I guess you'll be taking over from here."

Again, Athena didn't bother responding.

As if on cue, Shawn and Eric walked into the sitting room—without knocking. They raised both hands when guns were pointed in their direction.

"Friends of Athena." They chorused, not recognizing the faces handling the guns.

The guns lowered when Ewan gave a confirming nod.

"They are with us." He said.

"Wow—so you really caught him? The ever-invasive Morgan," Eric remarked, approaching Morgan and squatting before him to appraise him. "He doesn't have much time in this condition. Are we treating him too?"

Athena shook her head. "No. Connor will do the bare minimum. After all, we'll soon be delivering him to the government."