Chapter 191 - 8pm News
Was this truly what Heronica meant when she spoke of immense sorrow befalling me soon?
Athena found herself brooding on a solitary bench, her gaze fixated on the swirling eddies of air around her, blissfully ignorant of the frenetic activity bustling in every direction.
She had once fancied that an attack on Whitman Hospital was impossible. But now, as the insidious rumors and sensationalized headlines infiltrated the news cycle, the bitter joke was unmistakably on her. How could she have failed to consider such an outcome?
Clenching her fists together, she replayed the nagging questions for the umpteenth time.
Why hadn’t she learned from Ewan’s tragic case of poisoning? Why hadn’t she enlisted her children’s friends to help ferret out the individual who had dared to insult her practice? Or better yet, why hadn’t she launched her own thorough investigation?
She could lay the blame on her grueling schedule over the past few days, but a small voice inside insisted she should have checked. If only she had taken the threat more seriously—if only she hadn’t been so arrogant about staying one step ahead of the gang—perhaps this catastrophe could have been avoided.
The relentless "what-ifs" churned within her, suffocating her spirit.
Heronica and Cole had underscored an undeniable truth— the gang had struck at her deeply, hitting her in one of the most agonizing place of all: her patients’ lives.
A hard breath exited her lungs as she leaned her head against the cold, unyielding wall, her eyes involuntarily locking with those of an officer who peered at her from across the counter. His gaze was penetrating, heavy with an emotion she couldn’t quite decipher.
Was it pity? Sadness? Perhaps something darker?
His gaze faltered first, and he turned away to make a discreet phone call.