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.

name. He would pay for this transgression—she vowed, feeling a solitary tear slip down her cheek. She would ensure it, even if it became

female police officer approached her then, breaking

been two hours, and there’s no sign of them. Once it’s eight PM, you’ll be locked inside the cell for the night," She said gently, a glimmer of empathy reflected in

settle on the adjacent bench, a gesture of compassion amidst the turmoil surrounding them. "Should I get

head. She didn’t need it; she

of her leaving the hospital in handcuffs was already splashed across the media, headlines bold and sensational, like graffiti scrawled

of calls blowing up your phone is rather concerning. Perhaps one of them could help..." The officer persisted, her

assist me? Granting me access to my phone would be breaking the rules here..." Athena finally murmured,

her words to settle like dust in the air.

igniting within her. "The drug was perfect. I administered it myself to the first five patients, and they exhibited significant improvement. So how did they suddenly

sense of frustration erupted as she continued, "Someone tampered with my drugs! All I need is a chance to prove it, to get out of this hell and confront

chief has gathered incriminating evidence regarding the drugs. I overheard them discussing

clearly attempting to leverage the police against her, targeting her lab,

happen. "You’re right.

connection Athena desperately needed. However, as she made her way toward the counter, the male officer

phone. It’s getting late, and no one has

asserted, casting a disapproving glance at Athena that was both dismissive and

cop or merely an overzealous officer? Athena wondered, scrutinizing the

into steel. She stood up, her intentions unfurling as she approached the

a single call at all," She stated firmly, halting in front of

curtly, raising a skeptical eyebrow. Annoyance radiated from him

one phone call to my family or my lawyer. That

the chairs that had offered her little comfort. "Or do you prefer to

swell of indignation rise within her, but she held back the retort

man sighed heavily then, bent to pluck her phone from the shelf,

immediately, her heartbeat pounding