Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!
Chapter 301: Visiting A Witch

Chapter 301: Visiting A Witch

Do you want to see her?

Athena held back a scoff. Wasn’t that the main reason why she had asked in the first place? To see the woman who thought herself worthy to dabble with one’s life.

Ever since Ewan had taken Fiona to the psychiatric hospital, Athena had been, to an extent, curious about the state of her once nemesis.

There was a time she had conveyed her misgivings about the arrangement to old Mr. Thorne, but the old man had told her to trust Ewan in that aspect, that he knew what he was doing.

She had let it go, but now, seeing that they needed all the info they could get on Morgan, who better to query than Fiona? And why would she pass up the opportunity to see the latter and her recent condition?

"Athena, it’s okay if you don’t want to see her. I know how traumatic..."

Athena laughed before she could help it. Traumatic? Oh please... it wasn’t Fiona who was behind her trauma or nightmares. The witch didn’t hold that much importance.

"Ewan, of course, I want to see her. I want to know if the doctors are treating her properly."

Ewan chuckled lightly and faced the road. Why had he thought that she would say no? This woman beside him wasn’t the same as the one who had clung to him during their marriage when the rainfall came with thunder and lightning.

A couple of minutes later, as the sun finally set and the moon and stars peeked in the sky, Ewan parked in front of Connor’s place.

"We are here," He announced to Athena, who was looking around their surroundings with furrowed brows.

"Where is this place? I don’t think I have heard of this place before. And where is the name of the clinic?"

Ewan laughed, opening the door. "Did you really think that I had taken her to a clinic?"

Athena smiled, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "If you didn’t take her to the clinic, where then did you take her?"

"Well, come and see." He stepped out of the car, and Athena followed suit, curiosity pushing her to bounce as she walked, to the amusement of Ewan.

Was she that keen? Well, he was keen to see how far Connor had gone.

"Are you sure you’re ready for this? Connor can be quite barbaric..." He paused, shrugging. "Well, I told him to be. So, are you keen on this?"

Athena nodded with a smile. Did Ewan think she was a Barbie princess? She had seen too much while on the field; she didn’t think anything would make her jittery now.

Shewaswrong.

In the living room—since the door hadn’t been locked; they had just moved in instead of knocking—they met the stench of blood. It was so thick that Ewan wondered if they had walked in during one of the periods of Connor’s torture.

"Connor..." Ewan called out, aware of Athena scrunching her nose at intervals as she glanced around, as if searching for the scent’s source.

When he saw Connor walking down leisurely from the staircase, wiping his hands with an off-white handkerchief, he knew his earlier premonition had been right.

At least the latter was dressed appropriately...

"Boss, good afternoon."

Athena swerved in the direction of the rough voice, her brows furrowing further when she saw the tall male who even stood almost a foot taller than Ewan.

Who was this? Connor? She wondered, taking note of his crisp white shirt, carton brown slacks, and black loafers.

He was really a doctor?

Her train of thought stopped, however, when she sighted the red rag in his hands. Blood. That was the source of the odor.

Had he been doing an operation? What specialty was he?

"Athena, meet Connor. Connor, Athena..."

Athena stretched her hand to shake the man who somehow managed to look innocent despite his rough demeanor—except for his ice-cold gray eyes—but he took a step back and bowed instead.

"Apologies, my lady," Connor said, his head still bowed. "My hands are stained with dirt; if not, I would have taken your hand and kissed it MI’LADY..."

A giggle escaped from Athena’s lips before she could help it. He was a comedian too.

"Not a problem, gentleman. We are here to see a patient of yours..." Athena spoke, causing Connor to lift his head and look at Ewan.

Really, boss? Isthatagoodidea? His almost blank expression seemed to communicate.

Ewan shrugged in response. "Take us to Fiona."

Connor hesitated, looking at Ewan again. Could the beautiful mistress handle the sight? She seemed too... posh for their environment.

"She can take it. She is stronger than she looks," Ewan stated confidently, reading Connor’s thoughts, which were written all over his face.

Connor exhaled, looked at Athena, and turned around. "Follow me."

Athena’s mouth fell open, moments later, as she took in the sight in room 704, where Fiona, or someone who looked like her, was.

"That is Fiona?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nothing could have prepared Athena for the sight before her.

Fiona was hunched on the bare floor, which reeked of dirt, urine, even feces. Flies buzzed around her in the poorly lit room, while cockroaches and other critters scurried around her, making noises; yet Fiona wasn’t moved.

The witch remained hunched, oblivious to them, close to what Athena could see was the toilet if the feces sitting atop it was any indication.

Athena immediately covered her nose and stepped back, her eyes trailing over Fiona again. The latter was in a bare hospital gown, bloodied, and her hair... it seemed to be falling out.

"What’s happening to her? Does she have cancer?" Athena sputtered out in the same soft voice.

Before Ewan could provide an answer, Fiona swerved around at an astonishing speed, having heard the voice of the woman who now intruded upon her bleary existence.

Athena gasped in disbelief.

There were knife scars on almost every part of Fiona’s skin, including her face. Her limbs seemed to have been burned by heat if the lacerations she saw there were any indication. Her eyes were cold, and there were no eyebrows. Shaved?

Athena didn’t know what to think, only that Fiona looked like the witch she was—a zombie at most. She was so thin that Athena could see her bones poking out. Her white teeth were now discolored—could be seen because she flashed a smile at Athena.

"Are you happy now, Athena?" Fiona asked, her voice sounding like a frog’s.

She stretched her hands toward Athena, the latter raising her brow when she noticed the absence of nails and the presence of black blood, with flies buzzing around it.

Happy? Athena wasn’t happy—not exactly. But she wasn’t sorry for Fiona’s state either.

"You are just getting what you deserve, Fiona. Don’t bother preying on my emotions; it won’t work. Or would you prefer the black cells?"

Fiona nodded, without hesitation.

No matter how bad the cells were, she didn’t think they could be worse than the hell she was going through here.

Athena’s brow touched her hairline. "Really?" She asked, finally realizing what this place was. A torture chamber.

She shook her head, wondering how Connor could even stay here to administer the torture. She paused to look at him, taking note of the excited gleam in his eyes.

Could it be? She shook her head. No way. But curiosity wouldn’t lose its hold on her.

"Are you Connor Brafus?" The question spilled out before she could stop it.

Connor started, darting his eyes between Ewan and the mistress, like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Don’t lie," Athena muttered, a feeling settling over her like a cloud. If this was Connor Brafus, then where did that leave Ewan?

Connor looked at Ewan again, but the latter’s expression was not encouraging; he was still battling shock and confusion.

"Yes, are you going to arrest me?" Connor finally answered, remembering the agencies Spider had mentioned that the woman was working for.

"If I was still working with the CIA, maybe... you really gave us a hot chase... and to think you are here..." She looked around the room. "Working for him..." She turned to Ewan.

"How do you both know each other? How do you know Connor of the Demon Viper gang?"

She was startled by Fiona’s maniac laughter.

"Why are you laughing?" Athena asked, irritated by the intrusion.

But Fiona’s attention was on Ewan, while Connor battled the urge to slice Fiona’s throat right there and then.

When he had told Fiona things he shouldn’t have, he had done so thinking that there would be no outsider here except Ewan and his friends.

How was he supposed to know that the boss would bring an ex-CIA official here?

He was already battling with his safety, considering her presence; now he was terrified about the potential loss of his tongue, should Ewan find out about his lack of discretion.

"He should know," Fiona answered, still chuckling. "Ewan, should I sing?"

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