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

Chapter 394: Tests III

"So, is it bad?" Ewan joined Athena in peering at the vial, after it had been stirred and allowed to settle for a few minutes.

When she sighed wearily, dejectedly, he knew it was indeed bad. His chest tightened as he wished, almost desperately, that he could erase the consequence of what lay before them — the fallout, the chaos that would ensue, the weight that would press unyieldingly on her back.

"Athena..." he murmured, needing words, needing to know what they were up against. "Is it as you feared?"

Athena nodded slowly, straightening her shoulders with effort. "It’s a variant. Much worse than the Grey virus. I don’t think the cure I manufactured would be able to do anything against it..."

"But you haven’t tested it out? Maybe—"

Athena shook her head sharply, cutting off Ewan’s hurried response. "I know what I am saying, Ewan. This is so much worse. I will need to spend a lot of time in the lab from henceforth... and I will need you to be there for the children. Gianna is not always around, as you must have noticed, and I think Chelsea is too busy with her day-to-day activities..."

A pause. Her brows furrowed as she realized she didn’t exactly know why her friend was always out of the house first thing in the morning. If she didn’t know better, she would say Chelsea was looking for a job.

Wait. Athena sighed inwardly. Was her friend really looking for a job? What happened to her previous one?

"Athena, what’s the problem?"

"I think Chelsea is up to something. But that’s by the way..." She waved the thought aside, returning to the present. "As I was saying, you have to be there for the children. Working on the drugs, the experiments... it consumes a lot of time. I hope you can understand..."

"I understand, Athena. I understand perfectly well," Ewan cut in softly, his gaze meeting hers with quiet tenderness. "You don’t have to explain yourself. Take as much time as you need to deal with this. I’ll be here if you need anything."

Athena searched his face, lingering in his eyes for truth, then exhaled gently. "Thanks for this, Ewan. And I am sorry if—"

"Don’t apologize for doing what you should," he interrupted gently. "You’re also doing this for them. And no, it’s not a burden."

then closed firmly. "I see.

thanking him, that this was his responsibility as much as hers, but he sensed he had already cut in enough for the day. Instead, he said, "Good. Are

fraught to do anything now. But I will speak to Herbert and collect some kind of permission, should in case working here tampers with my hours in the hospital. Fortunately, there are a

Ewan muttered, his mind stewing over a particular

so was she at reading him. She pushed aside what the truth of that meant and focused on the possible weight pressing against

is rarely a pawn. We always wanted to top whatever was happening. And if I should take a guess,

shoulders slumped, and her fingers tightened around the edge of the counter. "But I can’t work in this state of mind. I need to get home, eat, refresh myself, and talk with my children... and then Herbert. Because if I enter that lab mode, a lot of things will need to be running without my presence. And as much as it pains me that I won’t be able to do anything for those who will be infected by the new virus,

weary sigh escaped her lips as she turned away, feeling her eyes sting with tears. "Why can’t these people just give up, Ewan? For a second there, I even thought this had turned into a challenge against my stubbornness, more

petty... and so can their sponsor. We just have to keep pushing, keep holding the fort. Because if we

knew he was right. Things left untreated usually found a way of coming

them for

tone heavy. "How long does it take before acting once it gets

virus took at least a week or two before showing signs, this one

of days." She exhaled deeply. "Let’s

–

with staying at the mansion?" Athena asked as they approached the Thorne gates. "Doesn’t it get

be honest, I haven’t been at the mansion

brows furrowed. "Still

brings bad memories. The servants keep it clean and all, but... I’ve been staying at

with Zane at the Whitman mansion? There are more than enough

the same space with Herbert. We’re two business moguls, and we’re bound to clash at some point. And he’s family. I don’t want to mix business with pleasure.

Mr. Thorne was also a business mogul. It

at the Thorne mansion. It’s not weird. And if it does get weird, I’ll stay with Sandro.

again and turned her gaze to the window. This billionaire was becoming homeless. It would have been comical,