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

Chapter 371: Visiting The New Lab

"The audacity of that doctor to think he could override us with his masculine rubbish."

Susan wouldn't stop talking about the humiliated doctor as Rodney drove them in the direction of home. Her

voice had that sharp, animated edge she got when she was riled up, hands moving in emphasis as though the

air itself needed to be told off.

Athena laughed in response, though inwardly she suspected her younger friend had developed a rather keen

fascination for the doctor.

Well, anything to keep her talkativeness coming back, Athena thought, listening half-attentively while her mind

wandered. She considered whether the twas finally safe enough for her to check out her new lab.

Ewan had texted her the address and details that fateful day when she’d been forced to relocate, and she had

yet to see it, to see the care that was so typical of Ewan.

"Dropat Wino’s Junction," she spoke up to Rodney when Susan paused for a few beats—a rare and valuable

silence Athena seized before her friend started in on another tangent; probably this tabout Damian believing

his psychiatric degree was enough to put him on top of the world.

She loved his confidence, she admitted to herself. She just didn’t appreciate being on the receiving end of his

boots.

"Are you going somewhere?" Susan's light dimmed for a moment, brows furrowing.

"Yes. | want to check out the lab. You interested?"

Susan nodded without hesitation. Just like Athena, she had been sent hby Aiden as well that day, the latter

insisting on reducing the risks of the new lab being found out.

A couple of minutes later, Rodney was driving through the street opposite the junction, maintaining his earlier

speed so as not to arouse suspicion among the residents. Most were outside their houses with their children,

playing games or catching up with neighbors.

Athena looked around, letting herself absorb the environment Ewan had chosen for the lab. She had to admit—

this was perfect. A street built for families, quiet and self-contained. Morgan's sponsors wouldn't see it coming.

She watched these new faces watch her, despite Rodney's steady pace, probably wondering which family she

could possibly belong to, which household had her as a relative or friend.

A little girl with a colorful tube around her waist waved shyly at her, and before Athena could help it, she

returned the wave, a tentative smile tugging at her lips.

"It's safe to say Ewan knows what he’s doing, as always," Susan chimed, just as taken in by the scenery.

The landscape was well-kept, with neatly trimmed hedges and bursts of color from flowerbeds along the road.

There was a calming effect in the air, a peace Athena loved instantly. It would help her work.

When the car stopped in front of House 14—the last house on the street—Athena noticed a neighbor already

waiting on the porch, a tray in her hands. She was a brunette, late thirties perhaps, with two children under ten

years old, clutching her long skirt.

Athena hesitated, wondering if leaving Rodney in the car would send the wrong message. She decided to let him

follow as they walked up the short flight of stairs to the porch, their approach drawing curious stares from other

neighbors.

"Hellooo..." The unfamiliar woman's voice was warm, breezy, and up close, Athena saw that the tray held a pie

sprinkled generously with chocolate chips.

Had this been sitting in the refrigerator, ready for just such an arrival? Had they been anticipating her? Did Ewan

inform them of her pending arrival?

"Hello," Athena returned with a genuine smile, admitting to herself that the woman's infectious expression was

difficult to resist.

"My nis Geraldine," the woman began, extending her hand. "And these are my children, Noah and Lilian."

Athena shook her hand warmly, winking at the smiling Noah and the pouty Lilian before introducing herself and

those with her.

"lI am Doctor—"

"Athena," Geraldine interrupted. "We are aware. We couldn't believe it when we saw you driving through. Well, |

couldn't believe it when Maxine called to tellyou were here. | had to rush up to confirm we have the celebrity

doctor in our midst. When will your children be joining you?"

Maybe never, Athena mused, licking her lower lip as she recovered from the unexpected question.

"Soon. I'm still considering the decision yet, as you can understand..."

Geraldine nodded enthusiastically. "Of course. These two affect most of my decisions, even more than their

father." She gave a playful, womanly wink that made Athena smile again.

Her eyes, however, caught sight of more people heading toward the house. Oh, Lord—she hoped she wouldn't

have to call in the agents to act as bodyguards.

"I hope you don’t mind..." Geraldine’s voice pulled her back. "It’s just that we don’t see this every day. You've

been such a source of inspiration and help to so many of us here—myself included. You saved my mother. I'm

not sure you'd remember her, but she was one of your first patients. So please, pardon us for just today."

Athena's smile softened, and she relaxed. She could greet a few fans—especially ones bringing trays of various

sizes.

"Who are these behind you?" Geraldine asked.

"Oh, sorry... pardon me." Athena turned to Susan, who was wearing a comical expression while watching the

approaching neighbors, and to Rodney, who looked mildly lost.

"This is my goddaughter, Susan, and a close friend too." Her voice took on a gentler tone as she touched Susan's

arm lightly.

Geraldine was more than happy to shake Susan’s hand and welcher warmly.

"And this is Rodney, a friend of mine."

"Is he a doctor too?" Geraldine asked, taking Rodney's stiff hand in hers.

Athena resisted the urge to shrug. "Yes. A good one, at that."

"Wow. You wouldn't know how pleased we are to meet you, Doctor Athena..." Geraldine continued as more

neighbors cup the porch, their faces bright with gratitude.

They handed over platters of baked goods—pies, cookies, bread rolls—most of which Rodney ended up holding.

The last to offer their welcwas a couple eager to hug her, to her mild shock. But she understood when they

thanked her profusely for saving their three-year-old son from the Grey Disease.

The boy, bubbly and bright-eyed, who latched onto her gown and refused to let go, as if sensing the depth of the

goodness she had given him.

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