Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171: A Grey Problem

Athena downed a bottle of water in one go, the cool liquid refreshing yet insufficient to quell the fatigue weighing down her limbs. She exhaled loudly when she finished, the sound echoing in the quiet of her office.

Feeling increasingly overwhelmed by the daunting stacks of paperwork, she stood up and tossed the empty plastic bottle into the trash can beside her desk. The relentless pressures of work were encroaching, and she desperately needed to escape the confines of her work space, even if only for a moment.

She walked up to the window, peering out at the bustling city below. The skyline shimmered with the golden light of a fading afternoon sun, clouds delicately brushed in hues of pink and orange.

Very beautiful. She thought, before her attention was caught by a Whitman’s ambulance speeding past in a hurry, sirens wailing as it approached the hospital gates.

Her brow furrowed as she mulled over the implications of that scene.

What was happening? She wondered anxiously while eying the commotion below.

If she thought the past week had been busy for the hospital, this week was shaping up to be a nightmare. The resurgence of the Grey disease seemed to create a frenzy, an outbreak that had spiraled beyond anyone’s expectations.

Previous patients were returning for second treatments, those once healed now suffering again. According to the news, entire populations were migrating from infested cities, creating a potential crisis where non-infested areas might soon impose drastic barricades to keep the infected at bay.

Athena sighed, feeling despair cling to her like a damp blanket. This wasn’t looking good for anyone, especially not for her or the hospital she poured herself into every day.

More Grey patients meant more income, yet the suffering etched on the faces of the afflicted gnawed at her conscience. She couldn’t reconcile the moral implications of profiting from their pain, and all she wanted was to help.

The only way to do that, she reasoned, was to uncover the root cause of this spiraling crisis.

Investigations had begun anew in the headquarters, but apathetic bureaucrats in high positions refused to take the issue seriously. So, she and Aiden decided to pursue their inquiries independently.

So far, nothing had turned up. It felt like wading through darkness, too many dead ends and false leads.

Athena placed her forehead against the cool surface of the window, eyes shut tight, and sent out a silent prayer to whatever force governed the universe. She needed help to navigate this overwhelming mess.

Just then, a sharp knock on her door broke her moment of contemplation. Another patient?

She inhaled softly for strength, steeling herself for what was likely to be another arduous consultation. At this point, she was considering showing the other doctors her proposed cure process for the Grey disease.

"Come in!" She called, when the knock sounded again, her voice firm yet echoing with fatigue.

The door creaked open, and Finn stepped inside, his expression somber.

Athena recognized his scent immediately, a blend of antiseptic and ozone—a hallmark of a hard day’s work in the hospital.

"Good afternoon, ma’am," He said with a sense of urgency that made her stomach twist. "We have a problem with patient 409."

Athena gently hit her forehead against the glass pane, feeling the heat of frustration wash over her.

Focus, Athena. Concentrate. She took a moment to breathe deeply, calming the rising feelings of panic. Turning away, she returned to her desk and slid into her chair, trying to stabilize her rattled nerves.

"Good afternoon, Finn. What exactly is the problem?" She asked, her tone encouraging but edged with tension.

Finn frowned, a regular occurrence since she had begun delegating greater responsibilities to the other doctors. But Athena wasn’t bothered.

"He seems to be convulsing more than usual," Finn replied. "He also refuses to eat the daily food necessary for his recovery."