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

Chapter 437: Salvation

When the call with Susan ended, Athena didn’t need anyone to tell her that the sponsor of the Grey Madness was also responsible for leaking the information to the press—all to toy with her, to taunt her, to make sure she was disgraced in front of the people, knowing the fickleness of human nature.

...Standing for you today, and tearing you down tomorrow. It didn’t matter if you had saved their lives before.

Athena clenched her fists at her sides, her jaw tight. She was now more determined, keenly desperate, to find something, anything, to stop the sinister plans of her enemy.

She downed two more pills, shutting her eyes for a second as she inhaled deeply when the effect kicked in. It didn’t always last long, the dopamine effect, but at least it kept the headaches at bay. With that done, she pushed herself to her feet and started toward the table.

Just before she got there, her phone buzzed. She froze, frowned, then picked it up. Just an alarm. But the sound drew her attention to the message notifications, to the unknown number, to the more than one notification.

Biting her lower lip, she tapped on the message that had come from the unfamiliar contact.

Her eyes widened a fraction as she read through the message a first time. Then a second. Then a third, her lips parting as though she needed to confirm what she was seeing.

The message contained nothing but a chemical formula, one that promised to solve all her problems with the new Grey variant.

She pressed a trembling hand over her chest. She was so happy, so confused, so curious that she almost disobeyed the order that came with the text. "Don’t call this number. Please."

Her brows furrowed. She knew the texter was betraying someone, most likely the evil twins, with this text. And she also knew that the texter was someone close to them, someone who was not happy with the consequences of the madness.

Athena laughed.

It came strained at first, then boisterous the second time. She laughed until her shoulders shook and tears spurted from her eyes, her body sagging against the edge of the table.

if a great burden had been cut loose, one she hadn’t

the message had come in, and groaned softly, covering her face with

it was one of the many she had worked on with the twins before they had

she hadn’t, because the equations had been too

at her damp cheeks with the back of her hand as she covered the remaining distance between her

Who could have sent the text? She couldn’t call the person—she wouldn’t put them

might help them uncover

out the remaining calls. As she had suspected, they were from doctors and nurses, staff from

she saw her grandfather’s

I believe in you... Farrel has been captured though. But like the others he doesn’t know the identity of his hirer. He had just been contacted with a promise of millions to betray the estate. I

grimly. Her brows furrowed, however, when she noticed the series of calls that had come two hours after his

Had something happened?

her recent disposition to think in negatives instead of the opposite. She called her grandfather back, needing to know the reason for his call before she set about working on the cure for the

sorry I missed

strangely sad, passed

asked quickly, her

answered her first. "I think your grandmother has the Grey virus. Those bastards must

had

in theory at least—still better than

fear the anger of her grandfather? Didn’t they know better than to touch

hot. She gritted her teeth so hard her jaw ached.

soon with a cure, Grandpa.

heard him sniff, and she knew he was crying, albeit in relief. Her heart twisted. She wondered what dark thoughts had ransacked his