Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 463

Chapter 463: Interview

The president’s living room had been transformed.

Cables trailed like vines across the polished marble floor, cameras mounted on tripods angled precisely toward the elegant couch set in the center. Bright box lights glared from every corner, bathing the space in sterile white brilliance that erased shadows. A large banner bearing the insignia of the National Media Network stood near the wall, flanked by two smaller flags.

Three sound technicians moved about quietly, adjusting microphones and earpieces, while a pair of camera operators tested angles and checked focus.

Athena sat where they told her to—the left side of the sofa, facing the camera head-on. The smell of warm metal from the equipment mingled with the faint scent of furniture polish and disinfectant still lingering from earlier. She tugged at the sleeve of her blazer, trying to smooth out invisible creases, though her mind was far from calm.

"Doctor Athena?" a soft voice called.

She looked up. The interviewer was already making her way across the room—tall, graceful, blonde hair falling in smooth waves to her shoulders. Her makeup was perfectly balanced, camera-ready, and her fitted white blazer over a lavender blouse gave her the polished charm of a woman who lived for television.

She extended a manicured hand, smiling warmly.

"Cynthia Rowe, National Media Network," she introduced herself. "It’s an honor to meet you, Doctor. Truly."

Athena returned the handshake with a polite smile. "The honor’s mutual, Ms. Rowe."

Cynthia laughed softly, settling across from her. "Please, call me Cynthia. My viewers find ’Ms. Rowe’ far too formal."

She had the kind of voice that could make even the worst news sound almost comforting—calm, melodic, persuasive. Athena could see why she was one of the country’s top field anchors. Her eyes were intelligent, bright with curiosity, and as she adjusted her mic, Athena caught a whiff of faint vanilla perfume.

Cynthia looked into the nearest camera, her professional smile sharpening into the one meant for millions.

"We’re live in five," one of the crew called, raising his fingers in countdown.

Athena felt her pulse quicken. Her thoughts scattered briefly—to her engagement that was supposed to happen in just a few hours, to the ring she’d left in its box, to the president lying sedated upstairs, and the virus creeping unseen through the city.

Who was spreading it still? And why the president’s house, of all places? Whoever they were, they had dared too much.

"Three... two... one..."

The red light blinked on.

Cynthia’s voice turned smooth as silk. "Good afternoon, viewers. Today, we have with us the remarkable woman whose brilliance and courage have changed the trajectory of our country’s battle with the Grey Virus—Dr. Athena Caddels."

Applause erupted from the few crew members allowed inside, polite and brief. Athena managed a modest nod.

"Dr. Athena," Cynthia began, turning toward her with an easy smile, "thank you for joining us on such short notice. I imagine your schedule must be a whirlwind these days."

Athena forced a small chuckle. "That would be accurate, yes. But I’m glad to be here."

"And how are you doing personally?" Cynthia asked, leaning slightly forward. "With everything going on—the pressure, the workload, the public expectations?"

Athena exhaled softly. "It’s been... intense," she admitted. "But I’ve learned that focus is the only way through. The virus doesn’t wait, so neither can we."

Cynthia’s smile widened. "Spoken like a true leader. Now, if I may jump right in—the Grey Virus has shaken this country to its core. Thousands infected, hospitals overwhelmed. And yet, you were instrumental in developing the cure for the first wave. How did you do it? What was that journey like?"

Athena’s expression softened. "It wasn’t one person’s effort. I was fortunate to work with an extraordinary team of researchers and field doctors. It was long days, longer nights, and a lot of failures before success. But when the first patient opened her eyes again, we knew we’d found something that worked."

She chose her words carefully—no names, no mention of the internal betrayals, or Fiona’s sacrifice. Some truths were still too dangerous to speak aloud.

"And the second strain?" Cynthia asked quickly. "This new mutation that’s been spreading—how serious is it? People are frightened."

Athena clasped her hands, steady and calm. "Understandably so. But I want to reassure the public that while this strain behaves differently, we’ve developed both a vaccine and a containment strategy. Our goal isn’t just to cure, but to prevent further outbreaks. The situation is under control."

The interviewer’s eyes widened. "So, you’re saying—there’s already a cure?"

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