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

Chapter 193: Attacked!

"Can I leave now, since I have been acquitted, or do I have to wait back and sign some papers?" Athena asked the male officer a few minutes after he uncuffed her hands.

The male officer exchanged glances with Leah, seeking validation or guidance before responding. Leah said nothing, but she nodded at Athena, her eyes reflecting reassurance.

"You can leave. I am sure that the chief would understand this case, since everything is out in the open. But don’t you want to wait for your friends to pick you up?"

Athena’s brow furrowed as she considered this suggestion. She shook her head after some mental deductions weighed heavily on her thoughts. "No, I think I can handle going back to the hospital."

From the video coverage aired by the 8 PM news crew, the background used for the little conference and interrogation was the hospital’s garden. She could recognize that scenery anywhere, even in her sleep. If she hurried up now, she would be able to catch up with Aiden.

"But what if the gang has eyes on you? What then? You should stay here; we can protect you..." Leah insisted, her voice rising slightly as concern etched across her features.

Athena’s gaze roamed the entirety of the police station, taking in the sight of officers chatting animatedly about the news coverage that had just aired—a few were even casting glances in her direction. She shook her head, feeling a mixture of frustration and determination. If Morgan came for her here, she didn’t think they would stand a chance against him and his gang.

If anything, it was more reason for her to leave, ensuring that innocent lives wouldn’t be at risk; because if she was to take a guess, Morgan would be furious at the turn of events. As much as she loved stepping on his toes, she loved keeping people alive more.

"Don’t worry, Leah. I will be fine. Thanks so much for your concern. I really appreciate it." She finally said, her voice steady as she gave a curt nod to the male police officer and strode confidently out of the police station.

Outside the station, the evening air was cool and refreshing. Athena inhaled deeply, savoring the freeness that accompanied her newfound freedom. It was exhilarating.

She lifted her phone to check for missed calls and notifications. The screen lit up with the startling number—107 missed calls. She raised an eyebrow at the sheer volume. Among them were calls from Chelsea and Areso.

Did Gianna inform them of the situation? She wondered as she paused to hail a cab. Or had the news coverage spread past the confines of the country, affecting others abroad?

Well, should she be surprised? This was a scandal that involved the disease ravaging many nations at the moment!

"Ma’am, where are you heading to?" A voice interrupted her thoughts.

driver. He was a middle-aged man, perhaps in his forties, with

cocked her head to the left, accessing the harmless man. Surely,

out, showing her phone to the man, who had leaned over slightly to peer at her.

and waved her in. "Not a problem, ma’am.

moment, her instincts flaring. She studied the man once more. He had

don’t be a gang member. She mused as she settled into the car, which smelled faintly of peppermint, citrus, and something slightly sweet, like cigar smoke. She

she had imagined. The driver didn’t talk

sense of comfort was

tell how the next sequence of events unfolded when they stopped at a junction where the traffic light stubbornly

violent force struck the car, sending it tumbling into the adjacent lane. In a dizzying whirl, the vehicle was hit again by a speeding car. The world around her flipped upside down as the car somersaulted, rolling over more

twisted at an unnatural angle against the car’s interior, a grotesque sight that sent chills racing

forcing her voice above the rising panic, but there was only

her bloodied hand out to him—an injury somewhere, surely, but she felt too numb to locate it—when a

window in horror. Her eyes widened as

scared bystanders

and she knew the police were on their way too—perhaps Leah

turned into a choked gasp as pain tightened around

the car. After a moment of hesitation, she crawled out through the window, which had

against her

notice the jarring

to break free as pain shot across her body when she tried moving the slightly

wouldn’t do much for hiding. She couldn’t risk running either; that would only raise a red flag, revealing her location to the gang. In her current state,

despair washed over her. She felt cornered; it was suffocating.

to keep it from obscuring her vision. As she did so, something cold and heavy on her coat brushed against her

of hope ignited within her when she realized she still had the

pain and relief, she reached into her coat and pulled out the