Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 449

Chapter 449: Celebration

Athena was relieved for the umpteenth time as she shut the car door and started toward the porch of the Thorne’s mansion.

The morning air was crisp, brushing against her face like a quiet reassurance. Still, the relief running through her veins wasn’t from the weather—it was from knowing she had finally gotten the cure for the grey variant.

How else would she have calmed Geraldine, who had almost wearied her with her heart-wrenching sobs and fears?

It had taken her more than five minutes to calm the distraught woman, another to assure her that her husband would be taken care of, and yet another round of soothing when she instructed Geraldine to remain in the hospital with her kids so they could be tested—to see if they had been contaminated.

Athena had even urged her to inform the neighbors through their common group chat.

She was so wrapped in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the stillness in the environment at first. Not until she opened the door—and met no one. Not even her children barreling toward her like they always did.

Her brows furrowed slightly. Were they all still at the hospital? The silence in the house felt unnatural, thick with absence. It was too early for such stillness.

She had thought she would meet up with them before they left for the hospital. The twins, especially—they should be preparing for school by now.

But from the heavy quiet that greeted her, it was clear no one was home.

She was just about to turn away when she saw one of the servants enter the living room with a broom.

"Good morning, Miss Athena," the middle-aged woman greeted softly, a warm, deferential smile curving her lips.

"Good morning, Agnes," Athena returned, her tone distracted but polite. "Have they been back this morning? I haven’t seen anyone yet."

Agnes nodded, her fingers tightening on the broom handle. "They left a couple of minutes ago, ma’am. You just missed them." She paused, hesitating briefly. "Would you like something to eat as you freshen up for the day’s work—or will you be turning in to sleep?"

"Just an apple would be fine. Lemon water too," Athena said, watching the maid scurry off. Her gaze, however, drifted unfocused into space.

Did something happen with Florence? Was that why they were all camping there? Including my friends? Or... why bother myself with thoughts when I can just call them?

Pulling her phone from her bag, she dialed Gianna’s number. It rang, but no answer. She frowned slightly, tried Chelsea next—and got the same result.

The unease that had been quietly slumbering in her chest began to stir. The events leading up to this day had kept Athena’s guards raised; her heart’s rhythm kicked up another notch.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of Rodney.

"Boss," he called, his tone calm but alert. "They want to know if they are to wait or deliver the batch of drugs to the hospital—considering its urgency."

"They should wait," Athena replied without hesitation, already turning toward the hallway. "I’ll soon be out."

There was no such thing as long sleep for her these days—not until she had defeated the evil stain threatening her city once and for all.

Moments later, she emerged from the hallway looking crisp and composed in a pair of tailored grey slacks and a soft yellow shirt. Her signature handbag rested on her shoulder, and her hair—still slightly damp from a quick rinse—fell in gentle waves around her face.

"Let’s go," she said to Rodney, who had made himself comfortable on one of the sofas, an apple half-eaten in his hand.

Athena arched a brow at the sight, picked up the medium-sized apple left on the plate, took a small, precise bite, then downed the lemon water in one shot. Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked briskly out of the sitting room, Rodney following close behind.

But her heart gave a small jolt when she stepped into her office space and didn’t see Ciara at her desk. Where has she gone?

Athena inhaled deeply, twice. Maybe she hasn’t come in yet?

Her foot tapped lightly on the tiled floor, the sound sharp in the stillness. I should have checked in on her before leaving the house.

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