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

Chapter 409: Two Teams II

Doctors’ new secret base. 7:30 p.m.

"It’s time. Let’s move in."

Aiden spoke in a low, commanding tone, content with the level of darkness that had finally swallowed the field.

The heavy silence of the night relieved him; there had been no occurrences, no surprises—the plan was going exactly as arranged. The doctors hadn’t left the house, not a single shadow had crossed the windows.

He gestured with his fingers—index and middle in a sharp up-and-down motion. Instantly, the agents flanking him responded like clockwork, crouching low as they darted forward in silence, their boots whispering against the damp grass as they slid into their designated positions.

His own heart beat in slow, deliberate thuds, a soldier’s rhythm. The stillness before the storm.

"Stay safe and don’t die on me..." he muttered under his breath, eyes cutting toward Susan as they advanced together, still crouched low, their backs bent like hunters stalking prey. The old model windows loomed not far ahead, and one wrong silhouette could give them away.

Susan snorted softly, but there was a smile tugging at her lips despite the tension. "I will be fine, old man. Athena wouldn’t have let me come if she didn’t think that. I am my mother’s daughter."

"Of course, you are, Susan. Of course you are. But... be careful..." Aiden’s voice softened briefly, almost fatherly, before the two of them peeled apart—one veering left, the other right—melting into the darkness.

Static whispered faintly in their earpieces as each agent reported in, their clipped voices confirming positions around the perimeter. Like shadows, they encircled the house. The ring was tight, unbroken.

Aiden, satisfied that every angle was covered, slipped a phone from his pocket and typed swiftly, thumbs steady despite the tension in his jaw. The text was short: "Are you in position?"

The reply came immediately. "Yes."

The truck. The contingency plan.

Athena’s foresight again. She had added the vehicle to the mission, insisting they needed it should a loud batch of drugs be found somewhere in the house.

She had prepared for every possibility, down to the tiniest detail, even having one of their trackers map the coordinates of the field inch by inch.

"Team A, stay in position. Team B, move in."

the building, guided her team into place, her gun raised, back pressed against the siding near the old back door. She was the insurance—ready

the front room was clear, lobbed tear gas through an open window. White smoke began to curl upward, hazing against the glass. In quick succession, they slid on another shade of masks, heavy filters tightening over their faces to block the sting of chemical

"Move."

living room. Their training showed in

them. The living room was

the next space. And

bore the marks of life—wardrobes half-open, a stack of storybooks, beds pressed with the imprint of bodies—but no people.

It shouldn’t be so.

etched deep,

noise in her earpiece, she had advanced cautiously round the

was

been watching them. There is no way

a brow.

A hidden pathway, just like there had

the tight clench of his jaw. "Which means we have successfully

wasn’t willing to gamble. "Brace up," he ordered

they slipped once more into the

every shadow checked, every floorboard tapped.

breath quickened. "Should we call Athena?" she whispered, panic threading her voice. Time was ticking, and with every second,

the doctors

thought

"Commander! In here..."

snapping every head toward the child’s room—the one lined with

Aiden

lever nestled discreetly behind the wardrobe. From the position of a cloth

used the lever, who had hidden it then? Someone was outside, maybe in

of his gun as his other hand reached slowly for the lever. With a firm tug, the whitewashed wall

stretched a lab. Apparatus gleamed on high tables and wooden shelves, organized with care.

left," Aiden muttered, stepping closer, eyes narrowing at

it?" Susan asked,