A thick silence descended upon the room after Athena's statement, pressing down like a heavy blanket.
Old Mr. Thorne stared at his wife, then turned to Athena, trying to grasp the gravity of her implication. "You mean to tell me that all these years, Ewan isn't aware of the shares he holds in my company? Both the ones my daughter willed to him on his second birthday?"
His voice trembled, a blend of disbelief and mounting anger.
Athena shook her head, feeling the weight of the conversation heavy on her shoulders. "I don't think so. It's like you said earlier; you gave Alfonso the documents. The evil man probably withheld them for his own reasons. I can't say for certain what they are, but has he approached you about anything?"
Old Mr. Thorne shook his head vigorously. "Even when I was a frequent visitor at the Giacometti mansion, I never saw eye to eye with Alfonso. The only reason I handed him those documents was because Ewan chose to stay with him."
