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

Chapter 191: 8pm News

Was this truly what Heronica meant when she spoke of immense sorrow befalling me soon?

Athena found herself brooding on a solitary bench, her gaze fixated on the swirling eddies of air around her, blissfully ignorant of the frenetic activity bustling in every direction.

She had once fancied that an attack on Whitman Hospital was impossible. But now, as the insidious rumors and sensationalized headlines infiltrated the news cycle, the bitter joke was unmistakably on her. How could she have failed to consider such an outcome?

Clenching her fists together, she replayed the nagging questions for the umpteenth time.

Why hadn’t she learned from Ewan’s tragic case of poisoning? Why hadn’t she enlisted her children’s friends to help ferret out the individual who had dared to insult her practice? Or better yet, why hadn’t she launched her own thorough investigation?

She could lay the blame on her grueling schedule over the past few days, but a small voice inside insisted she should have checked. If only she had taken the threat more seriously—if only she hadn’t been so arrogant about staying one step ahead of the gang—perhaps this catastrophe could have been avoided.

The relentless "what-ifs" churned within her, suffocating her spirit.

Heronica and Cole had underscored an undeniable truth— the gang had struck at her deeply, hitting her in one of the most agonizing place of all: her patients’ lives.

A hard breath exited her lungs as she leaned her head against the cold, unyielding wall, her eyes involuntarily locking with those of an officer who peered at her from across the counter. His gaze was penetrating, heavy with an emotion she couldn’t quite decipher.

Was it pity? Sadness? Perhaps something darker?

His gaze faltered first, and he turned away to make a discreet phone call.

Who was he calling? She thought, having a feeling that the call was about her predicament.

After the police had thrust an arrest warrant into her hands and cuffed her like a criminal in front of colleagues and fellow doctors, she had turned to Finn, instructing him to secure a forensic pathologist capable of conducting thorough autopsies on the deceased patients.

Then, she had asked Jake to track down Aiden, before submitting herself to the police’s commands and following them dutifully to this bleak holding area.

Mercifully, her position in the city had granted her a modicum of respect; they had refrained from shoving her into a cell. Yet the thought of Morgan loomed large in her mind like a menacing shadow.

this transgression—she vowed, feeling a solitary tear slip down her cheek. She would ensure it,

police officer approached her then, breaking

sign of them. Once it’s eight PM, you’ll be locked inside the

officer chose to settle on the adjacent bench, a gesture of compassion amidst the turmoil surrounding them. "Should

didn’t need it; she had already briefed Jake on her

pity wouldn’t aid her escape or protect her work. Besides, the scandal of her leaving the hospital in handcuffs was already splashed across the media, headlines bold and sensational, like graffiti scrawled on a crumbling

one of them

the rules here..." Athena finally murmured, refusing to turn

her," The officer paused for a heartbeat, allowing the gravity of her words to settle like dust in the air. "I don’t know the full story, but I don’t believe that

I administered

my drugs! All I need is a chance to prove it, to get

this mess then. The chief has gathered incriminating evidence regarding the drugs. I overheard them discussing locating your private lab since the hospital lab technician revealed that you

to leverage the police

that happen. "You’re right. Please, get me

and stood up, intent on securing the connection Athena desperately needed. However, as she made her way toward

no one has come for

do that. It’s against the rules," The male asserted, casting a disapproving glance at

disguised as a cop or merely an overzealous officer? Athena wondered, scrutinizing the young man, who seemed to be in

sudden thought crystallized in her mind, turning her focus into steel. She stood up, her intentions unfurling as

single call at all,"

curtly, raising a skeptical eyebrow. Annoyance radiated from him like heat from a

one phone call to my family or my lawyer. That right has

our time sitting there?" He gestured dismissively toward the chairs that had offered her little comfort. "Or do you prefer to spend

she held back the retort she longed to unleash. Instead, she

her phone from the shelf, and thrust it into her

Old Mr. Thorne’s number immediately, her heartbeat pounding in her ears, each ring