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."

albeit dejectedly, her fingers fiddling with a pen on her desk. "We are

fort. I will be back

come for, looked around the familiar room with a sweep of

I see you, Ciara." She called out, when her secretary wished her a good day and better

she felt the inclination to check out the twins’ secret lab again. Folding her lips, brows furrowed, she contemplated her sudden need to see

up with nothing, she strolled into the storage unit, giving and answering greetings alongside

two minutes, she was already in the lab. It was emptier than before, but then it had already been

chairs, and the neat floor, and wondered if Herbert had sent a cleaner here. And

company? Was the person aware of the hospital structure, of the down floor that wasn’t

the room again, this time slowly, eyes sweeping left to right, trying to find something,

one space to another, searching for something, anything worthwhile in her presence here. And when she found none, she sighed in tiredness, feeling slightly dizzy,

abject frustration when there was a click from behind her. Startled, she pushed away from the wall, turning around just as quick to see the wall parting,

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

in times of emergencies. Her mind supplied, reminding her that her grandfather’s mansion also had it. And she was

pitfall, she settled on using her phone light as a torch, just in

she pushed it away, and sent a quick text to Aiden and Ewan, alerting them of what she had discovered. And then she

a second. What if she couldn’t get the code right for her

text, but to her dismay, there