Chapter 221: Fashion-less Doctor
"Athena, good morning. Have you heard from Susan yet?" Aiden asked, stepping into Athena’s room after two sharp knocks on her door.
Athena, who had been deciding on which outfit to wear to see the president, paused her fashion dallying and turned. "Good morning, Aiden. No, I haven’t," She stated somberly, dropping the light green two-piece suit onto the bed.
She strolled to the longest of the two sofas in her room and sat down quietly, burying her head in her hands for a few seconds. "What should we do?" She asked, lifting her head and staring at Aiden, who hastily shut the door behind him and walked briskly to the other sofa.
"I’m not sure. Should we wait for a couple more hours?" He clasped his hands together, placed his elbows on his thighs, and leaned forward.
Athena sighed and looked up to the ceilings. "Aiden, we’ve been waiting for hours. She was supposed to send a text last night or, at most, this morning, seeing as Alvarez has leaked the fake news to the public about Heronica’s escape. Do you think Morgan discovered the ruse, maybe through Heron?"
Aiden shook his head. "I don’t think so, Athena. Heron is dead."
Athena pursed her lips, redirecting her gaze to Aiden. "We don’t know that. We didn’t see his body the second time we checked out the hideout."
"True. But that’s because the gang must have taken him to be buried. I saw the body, Athena. He was dead."
Athena hoped so. Because if Heron was still alive, then they were in trouble—Susan too.
Twins could detect irregularities among themselves. Didn’t she have them as children?
"So, we should wait then? Wait and pray the gang didn’t find her out..."