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

Chapter 173: A Grey Problem III

"Athena, hey, you don’t look okay. What’s the problem?" Aiden’s voice was laced with concern as he approached her, but Athena merely sighed, unsure how to respond.

She kept her silence, feeling the weight of her exhaustion pressing down on her. Instead, she opened the car door and slid into the front passenger seat.

Aiden, sensing that something was amiss, hurried to the driver’s side, his brow furrowing deeper as he searched her face for answers.

"Athena, what’s the problem?" He pressed gently once he got settled.

"Just work. I’m just tired," She replied, shaking her head dismissively, as if her weariness was an all-encompassing shroud that she couldn’t quite shake off.

Her thoughts immediately drifted to Herbert, who she had confirmed was indeed suffering from the Grey disease after running tests.

He had asked her to keep it a secret, the distressed look on his face haunting her.

How couldn’t she break the news to Zane? She was lost in that moral dilemma, feeling the weight of responsibility and the crushing need for honesty.

Fortunately, they had caught Herbert’s condition in the early stages, and it was treatable, but the stinging reality of the situation still tugged at her heart in unanswered questions.

The panic didn’t stop there; it spread like wildfire whenever she thought of the recent influx of returning patients—if not more than ten for today alone—who were all resistant to their medications.

Worse, patient 409 teetered on the brink of death; her triple dose treatment hadn’t stopped the tides of his illness, yet it had inflicted severe adverse reactions.

knowing she

a deep breath," Aiden encouraged, his voice soothing her inner turmoil just a

inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, allowing the rush of air to help steady her

that came with caring for her

come out better. You will rise above these too. Those patients won’t die either. I’m sure you will find a cure," He continued, his unwavering faith trying to lift

snapped,

are the baddest doctor I know, the most dedicated and determined. I believe you’ll do it. I don’t know how, but I know you will find a way. You always do.

deep breath, inhaling the lingering scent of leather and the faint echoes of Aiden’s optimism, and felt the tension begin to ease a little.

Athena. Anytime. Any

turned up for the disease? Are you people making headway?" She asked, turning her

his head, and disappointment washed over her. "Not really. But I’m hopeful. With Herbert’s connections and Old Mr. Thorne’s resources, we should be able to do

society, leaving the CIA, was because it was independent of the government, daring, ready to take on responsibilities that mattered and didn’t turn against their own. But this

answers will come soon. Nothing stays hidden forever," Aiden

is of the essence. Many people are dying in areas where I can’t even get the medicine to. We have to stop this madness, Aiden," She insisted, her voice rising in intensity as raw frustration bubbled

it," He reassured her, a weight

resignation, and turned her focus outside the window.

head once more. "Not really. Just the usual. Moving boxes from one area to another, but it doesn’t mean we should relax our guards. We

of foreboding

wait for your signal to bust them, because we can’t uncover much without intercepting one

She responded, shaking her head

spy? Maybe Susan?" Aiden suggested, his brows