"Was the parting statement necessary? The threat, I mean..." Ewan asked, a thin smile dancing on his lips, while looking at Sandro who was seated opposite him and drinking a glass of champagne. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Sandro shrugged his shoulders, taking another sip of the champagne. "He never needs to have a nice relaxing moment all the days of his life. He should spend his remaining days looking over his back. He deserves that much for his role in this mess we are stewing in today, since no one wants to put him behind bars. Or better, in the black cells."

Ewan chuckled, shaking his head, and looked out the window as the private jet prepared for take-off.

During the drive from the restaurant to this location, he had allowed a cocoon of comfortable silence to envelope him and Sandro, because he needed to think; to ruminate on the fruits that his journey to see Zack had yielded.

Not many fruits though, if he was to say, but the few had been worth it.

"Why don’t you put him behind bars actually, Ewan? At least to sieve away that pride and selfishness that is still within him? Did you hear him speak? The dude is still unrepentant despite what he says! I don’t think therapy is doing him any good. If I should take a guess, he just wants to shag that therapist and move to another young blood! I am sure you remember how he is..."

Ewan nodded. Of course, he remembered. The foolish man had claimed that he missed his wife, that he loved her so much, but a few weeks after her death he was already picking young college students and sleeping with them like a mad dog.

Desperate much to get a male child? Ewan wasn’t sure, nor did he care. But so far, no son has turned up. If he should take a guess, Zack was probably impotent. The thought made him chuckle.

"Just leave him be, Sandro. After all, what charge would we bring against him to put him in jail?"

Sandro scoffed. "You know we can do it without any charges. You just need to speak with that police friend of yours, and he will complete the paperwork, even within a day!"

Ewan shook his head. "Let’s leave him be. He will be useful in the future, with him still depending on the company for survival to an extent."

Sandro paused, finally seeing where Ewan was heading. "You sly cat..."

Ewan chuckled, picking up his own glass of champagne. "Well, they’ve left me no choice."

"So, what do you think of the information we have just gathered? Do you still think that Athena was the one that had saved you those years ago?" Sandro asked, after a few beats of silence.

"I don’t know, Sandro. Some things just don’t add up."

"Like how she is still alive?"

"Yeah. When I had met Athena a few months ago concerning my health, when she had discovered what was wrong with my brain, she had told me that Fiona couldn’t be my savior, because whosoever my savior is, there was no way she would have survived that experience. Still..." A pause. "The time correlates."

"It can just be a coincidence, Ewan. Remember the most important factor—there was no way you and Athena could have been friends. Your families were enemies, even though pretending to be civil and all."

That too. Ewan thought, sighing tiredly. But there were still the unresolved questions, like what had caused the accident, and what had triggered the comatose period.

Could he ask Athena? Would she remember, seeing that she was a pro in medicine now? Surely, she would have been able to do something concerning her issue.

However, as he contemplated this, he knew there was no way Athena would listen to him, not to mention answering his questions. She would rather order him to stop prying into her past.

Yet, how could he? He wanted to know everything now, everything about her and the twins, all the things he had missed out on.

Already, he has involved Spider again—after apologizing through text for doubting him earlier—to get more information on Athena’s life with the twins and her history with all these secret agent groups. It was costing him a lot, but it was worth it.

"But..." Sandro started, pausing to lick his lower lip as if prepping his mouth on what he was about to talk about.

"But what?" Ewan asked, when he couldn’t take the suspension any longer.

"What will you do if Athena was the one that had saved you those years ago? Let’s say by some miraculous coincidence, she..."

"I will follow her to the ends of the world. I will chase after her, until she accepts me. And if she doesn’t, I will gladly settle as her shadow."

Sandro paused, then chuckled. "Aren’t you already doing that now? Even without knowing if she is the one? Admit it, you are too in love to withdraw away."

Ewan didn’t bother denying it.

"Oh man, you are really going to have trying times ahead."

Didn’t he know it? Ewan thought, startled out of his thoughts the next second by his ringing phone.

"Who is calling?"

Ewan furrowed his brows, watching the name flash across his screen. "Suarez."

The smile on Sandro’s lips dried up. "Could there be a problem?"

"I hope not." Ewan muttered, before answering the phone, and putting it on loudspeaker.

"There is a problem, sir..." Suarez stated immediately, after greeting.

"And what is the problem?" So much for hoping for the opposite. Ewan thought, keeping the champagne aside.

"Some parts of the company has been set on fire. It seems the work of a bomb..."

Ewan chuckled in disbelief. "Are you serious, Suarez? How did that happen?"

Before him, Sandro was already on the internet, trying to understand what was going on.

"We don’t know, sir. All our system has been shut down. The only thing we got as a warning was the phone call we received about ten minutes ago before the bombing." Suarez answered, notably distressed.

"A phone call? From who?"

"The caller didn’t give a name. He only said that we should expect more catastrophes if we don’t release Lady Morgana to them."