Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173: A Grey Problem III

"Athena, hey, you don’t look okay. What’s the problem?" Aiden’s voice was laced with concern as he approached her, but Athena merely sighed, unsure how to respond.

She kept her silence, feeling the weight of her exhaustion pressing down on her. Instead, she opened the car door and slid into the front passenger seat.

Aiden, sensing that something was amiss, hurried to the driver’s side, his brow furrowing deeper as he searched her face for answers.

"Athena, what’s the problem?" He pressed gently once he got settled.

"Just work. I’m just tired," She replied, shaking her head dismissively, as if her weariness was an all-encompassing shroud that she couldn’t quite shake off.

Her thoughts immediately drifted to Herbert, who she had confirmed was indeed suffering from the Grey disease after running tests.

He had asked her to keep it a secret, the distressed look on his face haunting her.

How couldn’t she break the news to Zane? She was lost in that moral dilemma, feeling the weight of responsibility and the crushing need for honesty.

Fortunately, they had caught Herbert’s condition in the early stages, and it was treatable, but the stinging reality of the situation still tugged at her heart in unanswered questions.

The panic didn’t stop there; it spread like wildfire whenever she thought of the recent influx of returning patients—if not more than ten for today alone—who were all resistant to their medications.

Worse, patient 409 teetered on the brink of death; her triple dose treatment hadn’t stopped the tides of his illness, yet it had inflicted severe adverse reactions.

Athena’s desperation clawed at her, knowing she needed to find a viable cure immediately.

"It’s alright, Athena. Take in a deep breath," Aiden encouraged, his voice soothing her inner turmoil just a little.

Guided by his words, she inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, allowing the rush of air to help steady her racing heart.

She loathed feeling this way, hated the pressures that came with caring for her patients’ lives. The thought of losing another one was almost too heavy to bear.

"This is little. We’ve been through worse and come out better. You will rise above these too. Those patients won’t die either. I’m sure you will find a cure," He continued, his unwavering faith trying to lift her spirits.

"Why are you so damn sure?" She snapped, her frustration bubbling over, but Aiden remained unfazed.

"Me?" He chuckled, putting the car into motion. "Athena, you are the baddest doctor I know, the most dedicated and determined. I believe you’ll do it. I don’t know how, but I know you will find a way. You always do. So, chin up!"

Athena took another deep breath, inhaling the lingering scent of leather and the faint echoes of Aiden’s optimism, and felt the tension begin to ease a little. "Thanks, Aiden. You are the best."

"You’re welcome, Athena. Anytime. Any day."

"But has anything turned up for the disease? Are you people making headway?" She asked, turning her gaze to her friend, hoping for some relief.

Aiden shook his head, and disappointment washed over her. "Not really. But I’m hopeful. With Herbert’s connections and Old Mr. Thorne’s resources, we should be able to do something, even without the headquarters’ go-ahead."