Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191: 8pm News

Was this truly what Heronica meant when she spoke of immense sorrow befalling me soon?

Athena found herself brooding on a solitary bench, her gaze fixated on the swirling eddies of air around her, blissfully ignorant of the frenetic activity bustling in every direction.

She had once fancied that an attack on Whitman Hospital was impossible. But now, as the insidious rumors and sensationalized headlines infiltrated the news cycle, the bitter joke was unmistakably on her. How could she have failed to consider such an outcome?

Clenching her fists together, she replayed the nagging questions for the umpteenth time.

Why hadn’t she learned from Ewan’s tragic case of poisoning? Why hadn’t she enlisted her children’s friends to help ferret out the individual who had dared to insult her practice? Or better yet, why hadn’t she launched her own thorough investigation?

She could lay the blame on her grueling schedule over the past few days, but a small voice inside insisted she should have checked. If only she had taken the threat more seriously—if only she hadn’t been so arrogant about staying one step ahead of the gang—perhaps this catastrophe could have been avoided.

The relentless "what-ifs" churned within her, suffocating her spirit.

Heronica and Cole had underscored an undeniable truth— the gang had struck at her deeply, hitting her in one of the most agonizing place of all: her patients’ lives.

A hard breath exited her lungs as she leaned her head against the cold, unyielding wall, her eyes involuntarily locking with those of an officer who peered at her from across the counter. His gaze was penetrating, heavy with an emotion she couldn’t quite decipher.

Was it pity? Sadness? Perhaps something darker?

His gaze faltered first, and he turned away to make a discreet phone call.

Who was he calling? She thought, having a feeling that the call was about her predicament.

After the police had thrust an arrest warrant into her hands and cuffed her like a criminal in front of colleagues and fellow doctors, she had turned to Finn, instructing him to secure a forensic pathologist capable of conducting thorough autopsies on the deceased patients.

Then, she had asked Jake to track down Aiden, before submitting herself to the police’s commands and following them dutifully to this bleak holding area.

Mercifully, her position in the city had granted her a modicum of respect; they had refrained from shoving her into a cell. Yet the thought of Morgan loomed large in her mind like a menacing shadow.

Athena gritted her teeth at the very thought of his name. He would pay for this transgression—she vowed, feeling a solitary tear slip down her cheek. She would ensure it, even if it became her last act before she drew her final breath.

A female police officer approached her then, breaking the mounting silence.

"Where’s the lawyer and friend you spoke about? It’s been two hours, and there’s no sign of them. Once it’s eight PM, you’ll be locked inside the cell for the night," She said gently, a glimmer of empathy reflected in her eyes as she noted the tear that shimmered on Athena’s cheek.

When Athena failed to respond, the officer chose to settle on the adjacent bench, a gesture of compassion amidst the turmoil surrounding them. "Should I get you your phone?"

"No," Athena replied decisively, shaking her head. She didn’t need it; she had already briefed Jake on her situation.

Losing herself in pity wouldn’t aid her escape or protect her work. Besides, the scandal of her leaving the hospital in handcuffs was already splashed across the media, headlines bold and sensational, like graffiti scrawled on a crumbling wall.

"Are you sure? The flood of calls blowing up your phone is rather concerning. Perhaps one of them could help..." The officer persisted, her voice steady, exhibiting an unexpected depth of concern.

"Why do you wish to assist me? Granting me access to my phone would be breaking the rules here..." Athena finally murmured, refusing to turn her gaze from the wall that framed her world in despair.

"You saved my mother. She had the gray disease, and you saved her," The officer paused for a heartbeat, allowing the gravity of her words to settle like dust in the air. "I don’t know the full story, but I don’t believe that you would intentionally inflict harm on your patients. You are an exceptional physician. Perhaps you simply made an error in dosage..."

"I didn’t make a mistake with the dosage," Athena interjected sharply, urgency igniting within her. "The drug was perfect. I administered it myself to the first five patients, and they exhibited significant improvement. So how did they suddenly die?"

Her sense of frustration erupted as she continued, "Someone tampered with my drugs! All I need is a chance to prove it, to get out of this hell and confront the person responsible!"

The officer nodded slowly. "You’ll need a formidable lawyer to navigate this mess then. The chief has gathered incriminating evidence regarding the drugs. I overheard them discussing locating your private lab since the hospital lab technician revealed that you don’t conduct your experiments within the hospital’s confines."

A wave of unease crashed over Athena. The gang was clearly attempting to leverage the police against her, targeting her lab, putting the cornerstone of her invaluable research directly at risk.