Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 264

Chapter 264: Resolution

"I don’t know what is going on, but trust me, Doctor Athena, I never sent the gang members after you right after you called! What would I gain by doing that? I am the president of the country, for godsake! Why would I want to sabotage the mission? That’s unthinkable!"

President George declared hotly, in the face of the accusations being thrown at him by the team, now seated around the table down in the president’s secret office.

While they-the team-had been waiting in the van, communicating with Old Mr. Thorne about the situation on ground, the president’s men had arrived at the site.

These government agents had looked surprised about the turnabout of events and had sent information to the president, who had in turn demanded the presence of the team and their honest reports.

Moments later, after their arrival and recap of the day’s events, the president looked so red in the face that he might as well have been spitting fire.

"My chief aim as the president is to take care of the people, the amicable citizens who voted me into office. Why would I trash that noble duty to dust? Have you seen the news? Have you seen the statistics of deaths occurring on a daily basis?" He asked, his eyes flashing with barely contained fury and disgust.

"How in the hell can I be behind that?!" He shouted, finally losing it, hitting the table and causing the people surrounding him to jerk away, having not seen him like this before.

Sandro, who had made the accusation earlier—"Mr. President, they arrived right after the call with you. What do you have to say to that?"—shrank into his seat, hoping that his earlier words hadn’t earned him a day in state prison.

He looked at Ewan; the latter seemed to be having second thoughts too, about the president being behind the gang’s premature invasion. Could it be that Aiden was right when he spoke of a second player in motion?

Athena cleared her throat then, getting everyone’s attention, including the fuming president.

"We are sorry for levying such a heavy accusation against you, Mr. President," She started, giving Colt a gratifying glance, observing the latter’s restlessness and the urge to send the team scurrying out of the room and into a prison.

"But you can’t blame us. Earlier, when we discovered the room containing the drugs, it had been a tug of war even deciding to let you know. As you know, all the members of my team are not ordinary citizens, per se. They are men who have a role or two to play in the nation’s economy, vital components to the smooth running of the country; therefore, they’ve had their fair share of betrayal, to some extent."

A pause. "Hence, when we finally let you know about the situation on the ground, and then got visited by the gang mere minutes later, it was a natural flow for every hand to point toward you. Mr. President..."

Another significant pause.

"If Ewan hadn’t had a backup plan up his sleeve, we would have been dead meat. And we might have died believing that you had sold us out for mere profit. Of course, I understand your anger, especially if you are innocent..."

"He is innocent." Colt interrupted sharply. "There is no probability of a lie otherwise. The president is innocent, and you all will do well to..."

"Colt, that’s enough." President George announced, shutting Colt up. He turned to Athena. "I understand. Please continue..."

"Thank you, Mr. President." Athena nodded before gesturing to the members of her team. "We apologize for our misstatements, and I also suggest that we move past this and get into the troubling matter looming around us. Since you are innocent of this allegation, it means someone else has betrayed us, betrayed you. Can you attest to the hundred percent loyalty of your men?"

President George tucked his lips in, ruminating on this question. After a few beats of silence, he finally gave his answer.

"My answer a day ago would have been yes; I would have said that the men are a hundred percent loyal. But then, how else can we explain what has happened? Obviously, someone has sold us out..." He mentioned, looking around at his people, including the minister of health.

The hope shining in his voice brought a wholesome amount of relief to Ewan. Maybe the man was actually a good man—naïve, but good nevertheless. But if Athena was right, then half of their problem was as good as solved.

"Yes, it is possible. The main difference between this cure and mine is the residue that the former has... a residue that leaves some sort of heat signature, which I think can be easily traced by thermal imaging techniques. If that works, I think we have significantly weakened our foe. We can even extend some manner of help to other nations who are plagued with the advent of this disease too," Athena mentioned, staring at the president keenly.

The president paused whatever he had to say, trying to decipher the look in Athena’s eyes. After a while, he nodded. "That’s a great proposal, Doctor Athena. We will work with that and get back to you. Is there anything else?"

Athena shook her head, pleased with the idea that had taken root in her mind. Time will tell the fruition of it. If things went as she predicted, then there would be another meeting soon, this time to discuss the punishment of the traitor.

With that, she decided it was time to go home. She had promised the twins she would be back earlier tonight to tuck them into bed and read them bedtime stories, but looking at the time, it seemed she would be doing a lot of apologizing the following morning.

She held back a curse when she remembered that the following day was a workday; so much for having a restful Sunday.

"Okay then, if that’s all, I suggest we call it a day... but be close to your phones, another meeting will be called up soon," The president mentioned, his eyes darting to every person in the room, finally resting on the team. "And thank you too for your patriotic work today. The state is proud of you."

Zane huffed softly, hoping all this was worth it. He looked at his phone as it rang for the twentieth time, a furrow marring his forehead. What did his old man want? Did something happen at the house, or in the company?

His thoughts were disintegrated by the next words of the president.

"Alright then, everyone, until we meet another time. Thank you so much for today, and I hope you all have a good night."