Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 437

Chapter 437: Salvation

When the call with Susan ended, Athena didn’t need anyone to tell her that the sponsor of the Grey Madness was also responsible for leaking the information to the press—all to toy with her, to taunt her, to make sure she was disgraced in front of the people, knowing the fickleness of human nature.

...Standing for you today, and tearing you down tomorrow. It didn’t matter if you had saved their lives before.

Athena clenched her fists at her sides, her jaw tight. She was now more determined, keenly desperate, to find something, anything, to stop the sinister plans of her enemy.

She downed two more pills, shutting her eyes for a second as she inhaled deeply when the effect kicked in. It didn’t always last long, the dopamine effect, but at least it kept the headaches at bay. With that done, she pushed herself to her feet and started toward the table.

Just before she got there, her phone buzzed. She froze, frowned, then picked it up. Just an alarm. But the sound drew her attention to the message notifications, to the unknown number, to the more than one notification.

Biting her lower lip, she tapped on the message that had come from the unfamiliar contact.

Her eyes widened a fraction as she read through the message a first time. Then a second. Then a third, her lips parting as though she needed to confirm what she was seeing.

The message contained nothing but a chemical formula, one that promised to solve all her problems with the new Grey variant.

She pressed a trembling hand over her chest. She was so happy, so confused, so curious that she almost disobeyed the order that came with the text. "Don’t call this number. Please."

Her brows furrowed. She knew the texter was betraying someone, most likely the evil twins, with this text. And she also knew that the texter was someone close to them, someone who was not happy with the consequences of the madness.

Athena laughed.

It came strained at first, then boisterous the second time. She laughed until her shoulders shook and tears spurted from her eyes, her body sagging against the edge of the table.

Relief—sweet, unexpected, crushing relief—rolled through her chest like a wave. It was as if a great burden had been cut loose, one she hadn’t realized she’d been dragging for hours.

The answer had been with her all along. Four hours. She checked the time the message had come in, and groaned softly, covering her face with one palm. She wouldn’t have known, couldn’t have known, if her alarm hadn’t dinged.

And she knew the formula. She believed it would work, because it was one of the many she had worked on with the twins before they had gone rogue. She wondered, heart pounding, why she hadn’t thought of it first.

The answer was simple: she hadn’t, because the equations had been too simple for the virus’ complex motions.

She laughed again, shaking her head, wiping at her damp cheeks with the back of her hand as she covered the remaining distance between her and the table. Salvation had come.

Yet curiosity nagged her as she stood over the beaker, her hands hovering over her gloves. Who could have sent the text? She couldn’t call the person—she wouldn’t put them in trouble—but she sent the number to Aiden and requested that he check it out discreetly, without making waves, so as not to trigger problems for her anonymous savior.

Who knows? she mused, lips twitching. The person might help them uncover the twins’ location and the identity of their sponsor.

Pleased with the thought, every trace of tension eased from her shoulders. She decided to check out the remaining calls. As she had suspected, they were from doctors and nurses, staff from Whitman’s Hospital—luckily from just the headquarters.

Then she saw her grandfather’s message.

"I know you are working... Good luck, my darling. I believe in you... Farrel has been captured though. But like the others he doesn’t know the identity of his hirer. He had just been contacted with a promise of millions to betray the estate. I will punish him myself."

Of course. Nothing surprising there, Athena thought, shaking her head grimly. Her brows furrowed, however, when she noticed the series of calls that had come two hours after his message.

Had something happened?

Rage shattered the numbness, blazing hot. She gritted her teeth so hard her jaw ached. They will pay.

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