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Sandro was greatly aggrieved, watching the spectacle before him.
How could Ewan tell Athena to kneel and apologize?
Did he forget who she was, and what had happened the last time he had tried upsetting her?
If Athena knelt, then their company was as good as done!
He couldn’t let that happen.
“Ewan, what are you doing? Have you forgotten…”
“Shut up, Sandro! This doesn’t concern you.” Ewan declared hotly, folding his arms across his
chest.
His ego bruised by Athena’s antics, especially by that smirk that still played on her lips and grated him further, he didn’t care about the past.
After all, hadn’t he offered her ten percent of his company’s shares?
If she was distressed, he would add an extra one percent.
Surely that would pacify her.
The shares of his company were much sought after; people paid to have them, considering their potential!
But that smirk??? It had to be wiped off!
“Athena, kneel and apologize…
Athena decided Ewan was mentally deranged.
Did he think he could control her now, because they were civil, because he offered her ten percent of shares?
Did he forget that she was the only doctor that can treat his community?
She chuckled, and looked at a pitiful Fiona. “You mentioned that I slapped you?”
Fiona whimpered, lowered her head, and stepped back like Athena was bullying her.
Ewan hated it. He glared at Athena. “Apologize!”
But Athena would never do that.
Instead, with an insane speed, before Ewan could know her intentions, she landed a slap on Fiona’s face; a Fiona who had stupidly lifted her face then, thinking Athena had been about to apologize.
Pine–drop silence arrived in the office.
Ewan, for one, was astounded.
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Fiona screamed this time around, sagging on Ewan’s stiff body, actually feeling pain. Tears burned in her eyes.
Sandro held back a chuckle.
Ewan was utterly speechless.
What gave Athena audacity to slap his fiancée before him? Her backers?
Nevertheless, Athena watched in satisfaction, as her hand’s form was imprinted on Fiona’s
cheeks.
Letting out a sigh of accomplishment, she took a step back, and gazed at Ewan, whose lips had thinned in hate.
“Since you mentioned apologizing for a slapping I knew nothing of, I thought I should make the
accusation truc”
Sandro chuckled then, unable to hold it in again, annoying Ewan further.
“Get out, Sandro!”
“Why should he? You don’t want him to witness you being stupid the second time?” Athena was
on a roll now.
“Six years ago, you banished me from the city for an accusation with no legible evidence, because Fiona was behind it, and now you’re still doing the same?!”
A pause.
A humorless cackle.
of the century! Get your
“Kneel down and apologize to your mistress? You must be the joke filthy self out of my office. And about our deal, you can’t consider it nullified!”
Sandro exhaled harshly, and sank his head in his hands.
There were no words to say.
He didn’t even bother looking at Ewan, who was still fuming at being put down by a woman.
Ewan, who now stepped closer to Athena, with balled fists.
Athena didn’t step away in fear, instead she smirked.
“What do you want to do, Ewan? Grab me by the neck like you did six years ago when I asked for
a divorce?”
Sandro was ignited by those words.
He stood up from the chair, walked up to the couple, and with his palm on Ewan’s chest, pushed
the latter backward.
He will deal with the consequences later.
“Ewan, let go of your pride for a minute and think clearly…”
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Then he turned to Fiona, who squirmed under his gaze.
Sandro has never hated anyone like he hated Fiona at that moment.
He retrieved a white handkerchief from his back pocket, and sharply cleaned her face before she could understand what he was doing.
Then he showed Ewan the handkerchief.
“This isn’t blood, but lipstick. Yes, her knees are bruised, but from what? You should have asked Athena for an explanation, instead of accusing her.”
Sandro inhaled softly. “What about your business sense, my friend? Are you ready to lose your company, the lives of your people over a woman’s lie?”
Ewan gritted his teeth, and darted glances at the three people in the room.
He didn’t know what to feel. His head had started pounding.
It wasn’t a mere headache, but a kind of pounding that had him passing out for days. He has not had one in a while.
Right now his eyes were heavy.
He staggered away from the trio, needing to be away from them all, needing to get his bearing.
Confusion and frustration were the chief emotions running through his mind.
He dumped himself in the seat that Sandro had sat on.
When he bowed his head, blood flowed from his nostrils.
He was fast enough to wipe it, before raising his head up, but two people in the room had already seen it happen.
Athena and Sandro, who have been watching him as a hawk.
Athena, who had noted Ewan’s pale face while he staggered, knew that this was more than an
effect of the scuffle.
Was Ewan unwell?
It had been proved by the blood flowing from the latter’s nose.
Her heart quivered a little, before she could help it. What was wrong with him?
She looked at Sandro.
The latter was still besotted with his friend.
Right now, he was walking up to Ewan.
Then, she glanced at Fiona, who had started all this nonsense.
The latter was looking down, still maintaining the pitiful pose, still playing the victim party.
Athena let out a sarcastic laugh.
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Her laugh attracted Ewan’s attention.
“Athena, I’m sorry. Sandro is right. I should have made inquiries before making a conclusion.” He paused, and rested his head at the sofa’s head.
“Can you tell me what happened?” His voice was tired, almost nonexistent.
Athena held back from calling Ciara, from calling the doctors working with her to get a stretcher.
Ewan had Sandro and Fiona to take care of him.
On an ordinary day, she would have ignored his question, she would have baited him, but today wasn’t ordinary.
Today, Ewan was sick..
She has never seen him this way, even though she remembered days, during their marriage, when he locked himself up in his room.
She had thought he was meditating, or working.
Now, she wasn’t sure.
“I didn’t slap your fiancée. She came bearing gifts, yes, but she knelt on her own accord to plead. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
