Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395: Seizures

"I haven’t seen Herbert on the news today... and I don’t think he has made a statement yet. Where is he?" Florence questioned, her eyes narrowing as they found Athena, who was relaxed on the couch, gaze fixed on the news channel.

At her grandmother’s question, Athena only shrugged, her shoulders lifting and falling with a hint of weariness. "I don’t know really. When I called Zane, he mentioned that his father was supposed to be at the hospital. I just hope he is okay."

"Of course he is okay. The man moves with security like he is the government itself."

Ewan, who held a sleeping Kathleen carefully in his arms, let out a soft laugh. "But we all do, old man, especially with the situation of things. One cannot afford to be loose with security during this period."

Old Mr. Thorne huffed, making Athena hide her smile behind her hand. "Do you have some kind of beef with Herbert? If so, why would you tell him my schedule for the day?"

Old Mr. Thorne frowned, lines marring his forehead as his confusion deepened. "What are you talking about?" He exchanged a baffled glance with his wife, who was equally at a loss.

"When I asked him how..." Athena paused now, ruffling her hair nervously. The topic she was about to bring up was bound to go two ways.

"Athena, what’s the problem?" Old Mr. Thorne leaned forward, concern etched across his features.

"Well, turns out that today is my birthday, or rather the day my foster mother had chosen as my birth date."

Silence reigned in the room.

Nathaniel, God bless his soul, had the good grace to look guilty.

"Mom!" he blurted out, guilt and shock warring in his little face as he hurried to her from his position beside Ewan. "I am sorry." His voice broke, his small frame trembling with the blame he cast on himself. Somehow he had forgotten his mother’s day, somehow...

"Nathaniel, stop." Athena pulled him into her arms quickly, stroking his hair. "There are a lot of things happening all at once, and it’s okay that you didn’t remember. I didn’t even remember until the surprise at the hospital."

"Surprise?" Old Mr. Thorne’s voice, heavy with shock, cut through the room. He couldn’t believe he had missed out on this. Why hadn’t he thought of it? Why hadn’t he factored it in when they discovered her?

"Yes. Herbert. He organized a surprise party in my office. I walked in only to be waylaid. The cake was delicious, by the way. There was supposed to be some for you, but I had to give it out... especially to the patients who came to wish me well when they heard, before things went downhill."

A pause stretched, during which Athena noted the variety of emotions flashing across the faces in the room. One thing was clear—they weren’t pleased.

Even Ewan, with his mouth hanging open. She almost rolled her eyes. He should close it before a fly went in.

"How..." Florence began, then sputtered to a halt, unsure how to proceed. How to celebrate, in this climate? She didn’t think her granddaughter had the strength to handle that tonight, not with such a hectic day weighing her down.

Fortunately, Athena rescued her from the dilemma. "The party on Friday is still holding, right? It can be a double celebration then... if that’s okay."

As much as she wanted to cancel everything entirely, she knew the amount of effort her grandmother had put into organizing the party. And it wouldn’t do well showing to the gang that they were afraid. It wouldn’t change anything either.

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