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

Chapter 389: Secret Lab

"Ciara, where is everybody?" Athena couldn’t help her curiosity as she stepped into her large office space, eyes still turning behind to see if she would see anyone lurking behind. But there was none.

Was there a meeting she knew nothing of? She wondered, frowning when she noticed that she had just asked the thin air questions; Ciara wasn’t around.

Her secretary’s table was empty, except for a few files and stationeries. There was no handbag or coat. There was no phone on the table, or hair clip as was peculiar to the jovial lady.

Where did everyone go?

Athena stopped in her tracks, not sure if she should continue toward her office, or return to the reception and ask the few nurses she had seen around what was going on.

There were patients waiting downstairs, in the reception, needing to be attended to. And the doctors were nowhere to be found!

She rubbed the centre of her forehead slowly, releasing a tough breath. She really wasn’t in the mood for this. The only reason she had come in here today was to check out the secret lab before it was moved, check in on a few patients, and then she would be back home checking on Spider.

It was almost noon and the fellow wasn’t yet awake.

But he should have been dead. Athena mused, biting her lips, her thoughts sidetracking from the query of doctors’ locations.

She had checked Spider’s vitals, lip color, amongst other things, and the fellow should have been dead, considering the other signs she had noted as she treated him. But somehow, he was alive.

Forward or backward?

The question slithered into her mind when a sound of a door closing broke into her thoughts. Exhaling wearily, she threw a flitting glance at Ciara’s table, and then moved to her office.

When she opened the door, her heart almost went away from her chest, when cheerful screams erupted in her private space, and filled her ears.

"Happy Birthday Doctor Athena!!!!!"

Athena, clutching her chest, scowled at her secretary who was laughing in the company of other doctors, nurses... it seemed everyone was here. She could see a VIP patient. And there was Herbert too.

A surprise?

Athena was still shell-shocked and a tad bit confused as she shook hands with a plastic smile on her lips. Today was her birthday? She had forgotten, and so did the people at home.

Not that she would expect her grandparents to know her day. But her children, Gianna...

spoke, a familiar voice

you were

are my

remember. Athena thought, laughing, shaking the hands of

a female in her late fifties, hissed softly. "Bed rest? I couldn’t when I eavesdropped on the nurses. I was determined to be among you, to

a surprised

gestured to the two-tier cake lying on the table with wine beside it, Athena couldn’t help but dwell

was her real

baby at the latter’s barn. Or had the woman

your cake?" Herbert called

they sang to her, and cut the cake when they were done spelling her

she thought as she took a bite, before letting Ciara distribute with a tray some cut portion. She would be taking the rest to

it feel to

the day’s work. "Did you make them wait since morning?" She wondered out aloud,

man where you would

explain it. "Thanks for this

toward the

doctors were still around, those closest to her, and she let them riddle her with questions and jokes, while

the twins come around? They aren’t

mentioned they are

see." But of course, they were rivals. "That’s alright. Where

"But they should be making their rounds. Last I spoke with them, they said that’s what they would

secretary’s shoulder lightly, when the office was emptied of people, thanked her for partaking in the surprise, amidst the blushing effect taking place on the latter’s face,

threw over her

–

was to create a secret lab, a secret stash, where do I put

empty, the pharmacy, eyes searching for buttons which might press open some secret hallway, but two hours and two bottles of water

the benches in the hallway, throwing her head back, eyes faced toward the ceilings but

tasked herself, letting her mind wander and roam about possible

reverie. She opened her eyes, leveled her head to see a young girl of about ten years standing before

sitting erect, eyes scanning the little one

and fro; there was no one in the