Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 287

Chapter 287: Getting Ready
“Is there any other patient on my waiting list for today?” Athena asked Ciara as she scrolled through the latest news spreading across the socials on her tablet.

“No, ma’am. You’re done for the day,” Ciara replied, looking up briefly. “The other doctors can take care of the other patients. You can rest now. You are the manager of the hospital, not just a mere doctor…”

Ciara suddenly covered her mouth, realizing she was overstepping her boundaries. Worse, her boss was now looking at her with a blank expression.

However, she relaxed when Athena chuckled heartily, shaking her head.

“Thanks for your concern, Ciara. But I will be fine. The reason I blew through my schedule today is because I have another place to be in the next hour,” Athena mentioned, a smile still dancing on her lips.

“Oh, no wonder. Forgive my intrusion and assumption then, ma—” Ciara began, still apologizing even after knowing her boss wasn’t angry.

She glanced at her watch as Athena sauntered into her office. It was just ten a.m. in the morning. Where was her boss—her mentor—going? To rest?

Well, whatever the boss chose to do with her time was none of Ciara’s business. The woman deserved all the rest she could get, she thought, drafting an email on her phone with status reports and sending it to a certain official email address.

Ciara wasn’t sure why the man had requested reports on Athena’s work, but she guessed he was just keeping tabs on his investment.

Meanwhile, in her office, Athena was still reading the news released by the KN media, which had been hurriedly replicated by other media houses without appropriate referencing.

As she scrolled through the detailed report, including dates, places, and times, she couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride for her children.

The news was a favorable one too; the government were closing in on Morgan and the moles in the government house. If they could capture these two, then they could find the creators of the Grey disease and, ideally, the mastermind behind the entire cruel setup.

It was also heartening that they were updating the public on this matter; it would garner goodwill and make their enemies act hastily.

She exhaled when she finished reading the article and dropped her phone onto the table.

Next, she pulled out her lunch bag, which Florence had packed for her, seeing as she had rushed out of the house without taking breakfast. She retrieved the lunch box and, too exhausted to stand up again and go to the restroom to wash her hands, took out a wipe from its box.

She wiped her hands thoroughly, enjoying the gentle scent it emitted, before tossing it into the dustbin. Then she picked up her fork.

As Athena ate, she played Candy Crush on her phone. She was one of those who couldn’t eat without engaging in some activity, whether it was reading a book, playing a game, or even examining the labels on containers surrounding her. Multitasking was essential to her.

Just then, her phone dinged with a text.

Ewan.

“Are we still on for the movement today?”

Continuing to chew, Athena sent him a positive reply, pausing momentarily when she recalled the response she had received from Nathaniel’s friends yesterday after Aiden had left her room.

They had sent her some research, but it contained everything she had already uncovered on her own. To say she had been frustrated was a gross understatement, especially since she suspected there was something more. She just couldn’t shake off the feeling.

She didn’t bother the children about it either, knowing there was little they could do about it.

Resigning herself to her fate, she decided to keep her ears and eyes open for any information she could glean from Ewan himself.

Her thoughts were interrupted by another text. She smiled when she saw it was from Chelsea.

‘Hey friend, I’ll be in your location in the next couple of hours. Save a meal for me.’

Athena smiled, dropping the fork and typing with both hands. ‘I’m expecting you. I will save three meals!’

Even though the idea of therapy and counseling was still a bit new to her, she was happy to see her friend. She was even happier that Chelsea had taken it upon herself to do the counseling.

Chelsea was known as a medical genius for good reason. She held degrees in both pediatrics and psychology, only choosing to practice pediatrics because she adored children.

‘Well, it seems I will be her first test subject in psychology.’ Athena thought, picking up the fork again, continuing her eating and gaming.

She made a mental note to inform Old Mr. Thorne about this matter, so he could prepare a room in the mansion for her friend, considering her apartment in the penthouse was not in use for now.

On a second thought, she decided to send a message to Old Mr. Thorne—knowing that with the mission which loomed ahead, she might easily forget. She also texted Gianna about their friend’s impending arrival.

After that, she shot a message to Shawn to confirm their readiness for the operation that was about to take place. There could be no mistakes.

She furrowed her brows when her phone rang with a call from the boss.

After last night, she had unblocked the contacts of her former colleagues, knowing she would need to stay in contact with them for the mission ahead.

However, why was he calling?

She assumed Shawn must have briefed them already on how the operation would proceed.

“Hello…” She answered coldly, putting more food in her mouth.

“Athena… I am sorry again about Scarlet.” The boss began immediately. “But we didn’t just accept the news; we have been working to root out the corrupt officials in the system…to find out the source of that evil. We can’t just let the madness continue.”

He paused.

“Shawn mentioned that he had explained things to you, but I just thought I should let you know…”

Athena sighed, letting go of her resentment. There was just no need for it.

“Are you close to getting to the person who issued the order?” She asked.

Another significant pause.

“Almost. I’ll let you know when I do.”

“Thank you, boss.” She appreciated that he was still on the case.

“You’re welcome. Good luck out in the field today.”