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

Chapter 171: A Grey Problem

Athena downed a bottle of water in one go, the cool liquid refreshing yet insufficient to quell the fatigue weighing down her limbs. She exhaled loudly when she finished, the sound echoing in the quiet of her office.

Feeling increasingly overwhelmed by the daunting stacks of paperwork, she stood up and tossed the empty plastic bottle into the trash can beside her desk. The relentless pressures of work were encroaching, and she desperately needed to escape the confines of her work space, even if only for a moment.

She walked up to the window, peering out at the bustling city below. The skyline shimmered with the golden light of a fading afternoon sun, clouds delicately brushed in hues of pink and orange.

Very beautiful. She thought, before her attention was caught by a Whitman’s ambulance speeding past in a hurry, sirens wailing as it approached the hospital gates.

Her brow furrowed as she mulled over the implications of that scene.

What was happening? She wondered anxiously while eying the commotion below.

If she thought the past week had been busy for the hospital, this week was shaping up to be a nightmare. The resurgence of the Grey disease seemed to create a frenzy, an outbreak that had spiraled beyond anyone’s expectations.

Previous patients were returning for second treatments, those once healed now suffering again. According to the news, entire populations were migrating from infested cities, creating a potential crisis where non-infested areas might soon impose drastic barricades to keep the infected at bay.

Athena sighed, feeling despair cling to her like a damp blanket. This wasn’t looking good for anyone, especially not for her or the hospital she poured herself into every day.

More Grey patients meant more income, yet the suffering etched on the faces of the afflicted gnawed at her conscience. She couldn’t reconcile the moral implications of profiting from their pain, and all she wanted was to help.

The only way to do that, she reasoned, was to uncover the root cause of this spiraling crisis.

Investigations had begun anew in the headquarters, but apathetic bureaucrats in high positions refused to take the issue seriously. So, she and Aiden decided to pursue their inquiries independently.

So far, nothing had turned up. It felt like wading through darkness, too many dead ends and false leads.

against the cool surface of the window, eyes shut tight, and sent out a silent prayer to whatever force governed the universe. She needed help to navigate

her door broke

to be another arduous consultation. At this point, she was considering showing the

sounded again, her voice

door creaked open, and Finn stepped inside, his

antiseptic and

urgency that made her stomach twist. "We

gently hit her forehead against the glass pane, feeling

the rising feelings of panic. Turning away, she returned to her desk and slid into her chair, trying

What exactly is the problem?" She asked, her tone encouraging

a regular occurrence since she had begun delegating greater responsibilities

Finn replied. "He also refuses to

bitter thought flashed through Athena’s mind, squeezing her heart

person attempting to combat the insidious grip of the Grey disease. But now, he seemed to have developed a certain

ma’am?" Finn’s eyes held both

lack thereof. The only choice left was to return to the drawing board; she needed to reevaluate and upgrade her drugs urgently. The sheer magnitude

for Old Mr. Thorne and his wife, who had stepped in to help care for the twins during this

support, stopping by frequently with laughter, warmth, and always a meal that made the twins’ faces light up. It felt incredible to have people

faint smile graced Athena’s lips as she thought of the Thornes,

smile about with the growing unrest in

her voice laced with resolve while the urgency for action pulsed

eyes. "A triple dose? Won’t that kill