Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

Chapter 159: Healing Ewan

Athena heaved in and out roughly, wiping the beads of sweat off her forehead as she relaxed into the black cushion that sagged against the whitewashed wall of the closed room with no windows.

Despite the cold ravaging outside, it was null and void in the apartment where Athena ran her personal laboratory and treatments. The room was coated with soundproof material and insulated with aluminum, keeping the cold at bay.

The only source of ventilation was provided by the air conditioner stationed in the upper left section of the room, but at the moment, it was turned off because of Ewan.

Athena breathed in deeply, needing to center her sweating self while checking out the fruits of her uninterrupted labor over the past few hours. Aiden had only knocked when he wanted to give her food, snacks, and cans of water since the one here had been finished on the medicine she had concocted for Ewan.

Not comfortable with the sweating episode anymore, she tiredly stood up from the cushion and walked to the other side of the room, where the presence of a black door signified there was another room behind the surface.

Taking a deep breath, Athena opened the door and walked into the dark space, which could pass as a storage area, and brought out a rechargeable fan along with its charging cable. Slowly, she connected an end of the cable to the fan’s charging port and trudged back to her cushion.

Sitting down, she plugged the other end of the cable into the socket, placed the fan on the table in front of her, and directed it solely toward herself. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as the fan blasted a soothing wind onto her face.

I should have done this earlier. She thought, reclining deeper into the cushion, her eyes fixating on Ewan. His entire body was coated with a yellowish medicine, his lower region safely covered by his boxers. Aiden had helped her remove his other clothes.

bed stood a trolley filled with acupuncture needles, their sharp points tainted with dark blood. She had used them earlier to stabilize him and had

Old Mr. Thorne and Sandro—that perhaps the threatening drug, Avanti, had been mixed with another compound, most likely a ketamine,

dish rag to thoroughly cleanse

returning and his breathing was getting steadier. He was

her eyes fixed on the ceiling,

head, her eyes searching for her phone on the exposed areas, finally resting when they found

food and snacks Aiden had brought for her earlier—she wearily stood up and trudged to the trolley. When she picked up the phone,

more than five hours working

the message was from an

on the message.

still have a lot to learn.

on her lips as she deleted the message

must be so frustrated. She thought gaily

moments after you arrived. Then I called Aiden for an update, and he told me you were working and needed no interruptions. What is happening? Why did you take him away from the hospital?" Old Mr. Thorne rattled off immediately after picking up the call, without waiting for

audacious attempt on his life in the hospital. His medicine was tampered with. It was good that I got there on time; it would have been a