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

Chapter 435: Dejection

Athena sank into one of the tall stools, shoulders hunched, lips pressed firm in a thin line, tears burning behind her eyelids, fists splaying weakly on her thighs.

A picture of frustration and dejection she was. Not to be blamed, for she had exhausted her options to work with the drug—every possible solution, every possible combination—and yet nothing had come through.

No breakthrough. No progress. No cure.

The whatever fulfillment she had felt the last time she had worked in the lab had vanished with every ticking minute as she worked on the solution, with every ounce of realization that sank in that she wasn’t aware of what she was working with. That she might have thanked the stars too soon.

A deep sigh escaped her lips—one of sorrow, of abject sorrow. A tear slipped past; she didn’t bother to wipe it off.

What happens now? Something was missing from the solution, some step, but she couldn’t pinpoint it.

She had made calls to a couple of doctors and scientists in her field; they had no idea what she was talking about. They were just even hearing of the variant from her lips.

From the gasps that had escaped their mouths when she talked about the matter, she considered—even regretted—that she shouldn’t have let them know, shouldn’t have made the call, not trusting that they would keep it close to their hearts and not spread the word.

But did she even have a choice?

What had the evil twins done? Was the quest for money so great? What solutions had they mixed to come up with this evil concoction?

She ruffled her hair violently, cussing out loud, her foot stamping on the floor with a sharp thud. What could she do?

she knew that letting the emotion win was tantamount to throwing in the towel, and she couldn’t—not with Ewan bearing

sort of unconscious relief to her. She hadn’t known when she had called him Iron Shoulder,

lips when she remembered the look

that an outsider like Chelsea wouldn’t have

to do? Her mind returned to the matter at hand. What to do?

bitter laugh. Call the twins? They

with—Spider’s bloodwork. That was another

how Spider had survived having them as a whole in his

call her fellow in the black market. She decided, getting to her feet. Maybe he would have answers ready

the table closest to the library space, she saw a message from an unknown number. Deciding

with what

first before speaking. "Not really. The constituents... I have not seen them, but I have heard rumours of it, especially the one you say is poison. I wouldn’t have believed it, but for your

frowned. "And why

for a certain kind of special people. To subdue them or something... do you believe in the

deepened. What nonsense was her friend talking about? "Nez, this is not the time

whoever is poisoned is still alive, you should let me know... I would want to

She had no time for this. She would work on Spider’s stuff herself. "What about the other one? Any more

I haven’t confirmed or seen it. The rumour

hell are you doing