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.

shut tight, and sent out a silent prayer to whatever force governed the

then, a sharp knock on her door

arduous consultation. At this point, she was considering

called, when the knock sounded again,

door creaked open, and Finn stepped inside,

blend of antiseptic and ozone—a hallmark of a hard

said with a sense of urgency that made

glass pane, feeling the heat of

Turning away, she returned to her desk and slid

is the problem?" She asked, her tone encouraging but

a regular occurrence since she had begun delegating greater responsibilities to the

"He

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

insidious grip of the Grey disease. But now, he seemed to have developed a certain resistance to the drugs she had painstakingly created—a development

do, ma’am?" Finn’s eyes held

was to return to the drawing board; she needed to reevaluate and upgrade her drugs urgently. The sheer magnitude of effort ahead overwhelmed her, sapping her energy before she even

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

too was a constant support, stopping by frequently with laughter, warmth, and always a meal that made

as she thought of the Thornes, eliciting a deepening

the growing unrest in the city

Athena finally said, her voice

his eyes. "A