Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193: Attacked!

"Can I leave now, since I have been acquitted, or do I have to wait back and sign some papers?" Athena asked the male officer a few minutes after he uncuffed her hands.

The male officer exchanged glances with Leah, seeking validation or guidance before responding. Leah said nothing, but she nodded at Athena, her eyes reflecting reassurance.

"You can leave. I am sure that the chief would understand this case, since everything is out in the open. But don’t you want to wait for your friends to pick you up?"

Athena’s brow furrowed as she considered this suggestion. She shook her head after some mental deductions weighed heavily on her thoughts. "No, I think I can handle going back to the hospital."

From the video coverage aired by the 8 PM news crew, the background used for the little conference and interrogation was the hospital’s garden. She could recognize that scenery anywhere, even in her sleep. If she hurried up now, she would be able to catch up with Aiden.

"But what if the gang has eyes on you? What then? You should stay here; we can protect you..." Leah insisted, her voice rising slightly as concern etched across her features.

Athena’s gaze roamed the entirety of the police station, taking in the sight of officers chatting animatedly about the news coverage that had just aired—a few were even casting glances in her direction. She shook her head, feeling a mixture of frustration and determination. If Morgan came for her here, she didn’t think they would stand a chance against him and his gang.

If anything, it was more reason for her to leave, ensuring that innocent lives wouldn’t be at risk; because if she was to take a guess, Morgan would be furious at the turn of events. As much as she loved stepping on his toes, she loved keeping people alive more.

"Don’t worry, Leah. I will be fine. Thanks so much for your concern. I really appreciate it." She finally said, her voice steady as she gave a curt nod to the male police officer and strode confidently out of the police station.

Outside the station, the evening air was cool and refreshing. Athena inhaled deeply, savoring the freeness that accompanied her newfound freedom. It was exhilarating.

She lifted her phone to check for missed calls and notifications. The screen lit up with the startling number—107 missed calls. She raised an eyebrow at the sheer volume. Among them were calls from Chelsea and Areso.

Did Gianna inform them of the situation? She wondered as she paused to hail a cab. Or had the news coverage spread past the confines of the country, affecting others abroad?

Well, should she be surprised? This was a scandal that involved the disease ravaging many nations at the moment!

"Ma’am, where are you heading to?" A voice interrupted her thoughts.

Athena focused her attention on the cab driver. He was a middle-aged man, perhaps in his forties, with a bright smile that did little to hide his mismatched clothing, a missing tooth, and unkempt fingernails.

She cocked her head to the left, accessing the harmless man. Surely, this person couldn’t be part of the gang.

"Whitman’s Hospital," She called out, showing her phone to the man, who had leaned over slightly to peer at her. "I can pay through a transfer; I’m not carrying cash or my card."

The man nodded amiably and waved her in. "Not a problem, ma’am. Let’s go."

Athena hesitated for just a moment, her instincts flaring. She studied the man once more. He had turned his attention back to the road, nodding along to the jazz music playing on the radio.

She sighed, mentally pleading with fate. Please, don’t be a gang member. She mused as she settled into the car, which smelled faintly of peppermint, citrus, and something slightly sweet, like cigar smoke. She couldn’t afford any more drama for the night, not after everything she had been through.

Several minutes into the drive, Athena began to admit that the ride was going smoother than she had imagined. The driver didn’t talk much; he simply minded his business and moved at a reasonable pace, which was a blessed relief.

This sense of comfort was short-lived, though.

Athena would never be able to tell how the next sequence of events unfolded when they stopped at a junction where the traffic light stubbornly stayed red. It all happened so fast it felt surreal.

One moment, she was nodding along to the music, and the next, a violent force struck the car, sending it tumbling into the adjacent lane. In a dizzying whirl, the vehicle was hit again by a speeding car. The world around her flipped upside down as the car somersaulted, rolling over more than once before landing upside down on the pavement.

"Hey..." She tried to call out to the driver, who had not thought to wear a seatbelt. His head was twisted at an unnatural angle against the car’s interior, a grotesque sight that sent chills racing down her spine. But he didn’t respond.

"Hey..." She tried again, forcing her voice above the rising panic, but there was only silence in return.

Tears burned her eyes as reality sank in; the driver was still and lifeless. She was about to stretch her bloodied hand out to him—an injury somewhere, surely, but she felt too numb to locate it—when a series of gunshots rang out in the distance.

Her heart leapt into her throat as she jerked her head to the side, staring through the shattered window in horror. Her eyes widened as she saw figures clad in black, masked; some brandishing guns and shooting them into the air.

Exhaling harshly in a mix of pain and relief, she reached into her coat and pulled out the weapon. Thank God.