Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 461

Chapter 461: Mole strikes II

Athena felt again, an immense wave of relief as she stood in the president’s private quarantine chamber. He had chosen the largest room in the residence for his family’s treatment, one that allowed for enough air circulation and space to move between the beds. It was the right call.

She was dressed head to toe in the sterile white suit doctors wore when entering containment areas, the visor fogging slightly from her breath. Aiden was suited too, though his seemed to hang heavier on him, the fabric making a faint rustle whenever he shifted.

The sharp tang of antiseptic filled the air, burning faintly in her nose. It was clean — almost too clean — with an undertone of the chemical disinfectants that always reminded her of hospital corridors and sleepless nights. The humming sound of a purifier filled the silence, steady, unbroken, like a heartbeat.

She glanced around the room. Four beds had been arranged in a neat row along the far wall — the president, his wife, and their two children. Three of them were already under sedation, breathing evenly beneath the thin white sheets. Only the president remained awake. His face was pale, his lips slightly ashen, and yet his eyes retained the sharpness she had always known in him.

The security team had done their part earlier — bringing the beds into the hallway — but since they had not been equipped with quarantine suits, the final work of pulling and positioning the beds had fallen to Athena and Aiden.

Her arms still ached from it. She had already informed the chief security official that the guards and every staff member of the household would need to be tested as well. There could be no risks, not when the virus had already made its way to the highest office in the land.

Now, with the last IV line secured and the monitoring machines humming softly, Athena stood back and watched. The room, though large, felt small with the weight of fear pressing down on everyone inside.

The president looked up at her from where he sat propped against the pillows. He looked exhausted — the fine lines around his eyes deepened, his once good complexion dulled to a washed-out hue. Still, when he spoke, his voice carried its usual authority.

"Thank you, Athena," he said slowly, each word deliberate. "For everything — the vaccine, the gang, the containment... for all you’ve done."

She started to shake her head, but he lifted a hand weakly. "Please. I mean it. You’ve done more for this nation in months than some of us have managed in years. Name your price — anything. A reward is the least I can offer."

Athena smiled faintly beneath the face shield. "I’m not doing this for money, Mr. President," she replied softly. "You already paid me when you gave me the chance to work freely."

He chuckled — a rough, weary sound. "Still humble," he murmured. "It’s why the people trust you."

Athena said nothing, her gaze flicking briefly toward his wife. The woman’s chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, her skin faintly grey under the fluorescent light. The children, barely teenagers, looked smaller than their years, fragile under the crisp white sheets. She fought to steady her breathing. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen a family in this condition, but it always hurt a little more when the faces were familiar.

The president followed her gaze. "They’ll be fine, won’t they?"

"They will," Athena assured, her voice low but firm. "The vaccine is already taking effect. You’ll all sleep for a while — your body needs that rest to fight properly."

He nodded, but didn’t lie down just yet. "Before you sedate me," he said quietly, "I heard something... about your engagement. Congratulations, my dear. I’m sorry I didn’t say that sooner. I’ve been... distracted."

Athena’s heart gave a small twist. "It’s all right," she said, her tone even. "But it was canceled."

His brows shot up. "Canceled?"

"It was... but it will be held today..." she said with a soft sigh. "It’s fine. I’ll be home in time, and... we’ll see."

The president looked horrified, guilt flickering in his weary eyes. "I called you away on your day?"

She waved it off, managing a small laugh. "Sir, you’re the president of the nation. You can call me on any day. Besides, the celebration will take place in the evening."

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