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

Chapter : Tunnel

Chapter : Tunnel

Everything has returned to normal. Athena thought, taking cognizance of the state of the hospital affairs when she stepped into the hospital.

She had only come in to pick up some papers from her office, and inform the doctors working with her, her secretary included, of her pending absence from work from henceforth, in case Herbert got too busy to deliver the message as when due.

As she moved to her office, she had watched closely, scanning faces and corners, checking out any suspicious activities, any lingering eyes, any secretive movement, but there had been none. The hospital was just the hospital. Nothing much. Nothing less.

An incoming fellow for the day wouldn’t know or decipher that there had been a case that transpired here yesterday, unless they watched the news.

When she got to her office, Ciara was already in.

"Good morning, ma."

"Good morning, Ciara. How are you doing? How was your night?" Athena asked, offering a faint smile as she stepped into the room.

"It was fine, thank you, ma. Mr. Herbert informed the staff that you wouldn’t be around today, or any day from henceforth, until a cure for the new virus is found?"

It was then that Athena noticed the worry lines creasing her secretary’s face. Whether it was from fear of this variant, or worry about her, or even both, she didn’t know, but she nodded, grateful that Herbert had done the talking this once.

"Yes, he is right. Someone has to deal with the virus, and who better than someone who had dealt with it before."

a pen on her desk. "We are grateful for what you are doing, ma, thank

too, Ciara, for keeping the fort. I will be back soon enough."

space, she picked the papers she had come for, looked around the familiar room with a sweep of her eyes, sighed softly,

She called out, when her secretary wished her a good day

to check out the twins’ secret lab again. Folding her lips, brows furrowed, she contemplated

into the storage unit, giving and answering greetings

was already in the lab. It was emptier than before, but then

if Herbert had sent

the person aware of the hospital structure, of the down floor that wasn’t open to the public? And where was the

again, this

presence here. And when

Startled, she pushed away from the wall, turning around just as quick to see

the wall, and sliding down? What kind of mechanism was that? What was Herbert thinking

mind supplied, reminding her that her grandfather’s mansion also had it. And she was sure the Giacometti’s mansion wasn’t any different. It was the rave in their days—the

eyes found an on-switch just next to the wall, but to avoid a potential pitfall, she settled on using her phone light as a torch, just

at her chest, but she pushed it away, and sent a quick text to Aiden and Ewan, alerting them of

when the walls closed behind her, her breath quickened, fear paralyzing for a second. What if she couldn’t get the code right for her to be let out? What if the backstroke had just been

Ewan another text, but