Chapter 119: A Shocking Twist
Fiona couldn’t eat her meal any longer, not with the twins’ hot gazes bearing down on her—gazes that mirrored Ewan’s when he was consumed by rage.
She cursed at her shaking hands as her fork fell to the floor with a painful clatter, drawing the attention of nearly everyone in the canteen. "Why are you idiots shaking? They are just mere children! Not more than six years of age!"
Yet even as she spat these words, her heart felt like it was caught in a vice. Ignoring the spoon that lay abandoned on the floor, she clumsily rose from her seat and hurried out of the canteen, dismissing the whispers that trailed behind her like unwanted shadows.
Most of the onlookers judged her to be uncultured for leaving the fork on the floor, which only reminded her of the little girl’s scornful label—uncultured pig.
Fiona clenched her fists, straining to regain control as she stormed into her father’s ward.
Confusion washed over her when she found the room empty; her fists uncoiled and rested placidly at her sides. Where had the old man gone?
A nurse was walking by, and Fiona seized the opportunity. "Excuse me..." She stopped the nurse. "Do you know where Mr. Alfonso is? He was the patient occupying this room."
The nurse nodded, a hint of recognition flashing in her eyes. "I think he’s with his wife. He’s been spending a lot of time there."
Fiona offered a strained smile, the kind that barely masked her simmering anger, and began her way toward her mother’s ward.
As she walked, unease coiled within her, fearing that her father might be blinded by her mother’s recovery. She couldn’t afford to lose her fellow conspirator this early in the game.
Their laughter reached her before she approached the ward, sweet yet sharp like a knife. She nearly forgot how it felt to witness them together, sharing those intimate moments.