The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 569

Chapter 569: Do Not Take That Away From Us

"Wait!"

Florida stopped in his tracks, holding one end of the blanket of their makeshift stretcher for the patients. Everyone halted at his voice, eyes turning toward him in confusion.

"Florida," Ransom breathed out, already sensing what Florida was about to do. But before he could finish, Florida turned to the other man and transferred the end of the blanket to him.

"Hold this for me," Florida said, catching the man off guard. Still, the latter took it. "I can’t just leave the granny behind."

He couldn’t bring himself to owe her more than they already did.

Without waiting for anyone’s response, Florida turned and ran back down the path they had taken from the brothel.

"Florida, wait—" Ransom’s words died in his throat as he watched his colleague sprint back at full speed. He clenched his teeth, realizing Florida was about to risk his life playing the hero.

With that thought in mind, he turned to the others who were helping.

"I’ll get him," Ransom said hurriedly, letting another man take his place. "Please take these guys to the vehicle. I’ll bring him back — fast."

With that, Ransom followed after Florida.

In his mind, if Florida managed to rescue the granny, then he would help her too. Even if they had to carry her out, so be it. After all, that was Lola’s order: to take the granny with them.

But if the situation had already deteriorated beyond saving, then Ransom’s priority would be stopping Florida from throwing his life away.

*****

When Florida reached the street leading back to the brothel, he slowed to a stop as movement caught his eye. His breath hitched. His steps skidded as he leaned against the concrete wall at the corner of the street.

Slowly, he peeked out.

From his position, he could see the brothel’s entrance from a distance.

Multiple vehicles were parked outside, men spilling into the streets. The previously quiet Gigante — once resembling a ghost town — was now alive with noise. But instead of screams, what filled the air were crashing objects and the harsh voices of men ransacking the town.

"Damn it," Florida hissed through clenched teeth. "How could they be this fast?!"

If they didn’t hurry, there was no doubt these people would catch up to them.

The thought sent a cold knot tightening in his chest.

Just as he was assessing the situation, he noticed movement from the side streets.

Townsfolk were emerging from their homes.

Families gathered together, standing outside their residences in silence. A few children clung to adults, though most were grown men and women, with a handful of elderly among them. Yet what struck Florida the most was not fear — it was the lack of it.

The people weren’t panicking. They weren’t confused.

Their blank expressions and lowered gazes told him everything.

These people were numb.

It was almost as if this were a drill they had practiced for years. They didn’t beg. They didn’t resist. They simply stood and watched as strangers tore their homes apart.

"The hell...?" Florida muttered.

At that moment, a hand grabbed his shoulder.

Florida reacted on instinct, his hand shooting toward the knife at his waist until a quiet voice stopped him.

"It’s me."

Ransom grabbed Florida’s wrist just in time to prevent a fatal mistake.

It took a second for recognition to sink in. Florida exhaled sharply, his shoulders dropping.

"What are you doing?" Ransom asked, leaning beside him and peeking around the wall.

When he saw the scene unfolding, his expression hardened, caught between anger and disbelief.

"I thought when we were warned they were heading this way, we still had time."

But they had barely left the brothel before the enemies arrived. What had once been eerily quiet was now crawling with mercenaries and silent civilians.

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