Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 444

Chapter 444: More Threats

Ewan’s jaw was tight enough to ache as he held the phone to his ear.

His teeth ground together audibly, every muscle in his face rigid while Sandro’s voice trickled through the line.

"We found some gang members loitering around the company... it was good we had heightened security, or else it would have been a different story. And not just that, also around the Thorne’s mansion... pretending to be tourists or something... we had to send in more security... they were in strategic locations, reason you hadn’t pointed them out at first glance..."

A pause. "I’m at the company, but you should hurry to the hospital. I heard Florence’s situation is serious... A new variant of the virus. Kael really went far. Luckily, Athena has made a headway with the cure."

Another pause. "So, what did the old boss say?"

Ewan’s response was a harsh grunt.

"That’s not an answer, Ewan."

"You should’ve told me," Ewan bit out, his voice low but laced with fire. "About everything. You let me walk into the city, into the house ignorant. Do you know I had been waylaid at the airport? Information from you would have helped me to take some precautions... And about the loitering...Do you know how that makes me look? I should have spoken with Old Mr. Thorne before now!"

There was a pause. Then Sandro’s sigh.

"Athena said you shouldn’t be told," he replied, voice tired. "She knew you already had your hands full visiting the old boss. She didn’t want to burden you with more..."

"Burden me?" Ewan snapped, pacing across the Thorne living room, his shoes scuffing against the polished floor.

Connor watched him quietly from one of the couches, eyes narrowing as the storm rolled off his friend.

"You know damn well I hate ignorance more than I hate bad news. You robbed me of choice, Sandro. Both of you did. Don’t you ever think for me."

"I’m sorry," Sandro murmured again. "Everything has just been so busy."

Then, with a hard edge, he cut in, "But enough whining. Stop spitting fire at me over the phone and get to the hospital. That’s where you’re needed."

Before Ewan could explode, the call clicked dead. His hand clenched around the phone until his knuckles whitened. He stared at the screen for a beat, Sandro’s dismissal which was meant to be sarcastic, only feeding his frustration.

Connor tilted his head, voice even. "What happened?"

Ewan blew out a rough breath. "Family is in the hospital. They also caught some gang members around the house, and the company..." He shoved the phone into his pocket. "And apparently, I wasn’t supposed to know."

Connor shrugged. "They just thought the old boss wouldn’t be welcoming, which I quite understand..."

True, but it didn’t weaken Ewan’s annoyance. His children had been put in danger too. His family.

John really shouldn’t expect much from him, with the way his son was throwing bombs here and there.

He tapped a quick message to his private security detail. He wasn’t going to risk rushing to the hospital without protection.

Kael’s gang might decide to unleash chaos, and he wasn’t about to be a sitting target. Nor would his family or patients.

Still, waiting sat like poison in his veins. He couldn’t stay still. His pacing grew sharper, steps longer, breath shallow with impatience.

Finally, he muttered, "I’ll check on Spider. Stay here."

Connor lifted a brow but nodded, returning to his calm slouch on the couch.

Ewan slipped into Spider’s room, the heavy door closing with a muted thud.

Relief pushed back the annoyance when he saw that Spider’s face, though pale, was no longer corpse-like. A faint blush had returned to his cheeks. His chest rose and fell steadily. He wasn’t gone. Not yet.

Ewan stood there longer than he intended, staring at the fragile thread of life stretched across his comrade. Only the vibration in his pocket pulled him back. Another message.

He glanced down, his stomach tightening when he saw Kael’s name flashing across the screen.

Oh Ewan, you lucky brat. Connor eh? Where is my father then? Give me his location or pay the consequences. By the way, have you seen the first gift? How do you like it? The second comes tomorrow.

A second gift? Again?

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