The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 572

Chapter 572: Hospital (?)

The bar was just as everyone had expected. Old. Dusty. A place that looked like it could be torn down if a strong typhoon ever swept through the territory. Even the men from Gigante—who were here for the first time as well—weren’t surprised by its condition.

"Where... are we supposed to place these guys?" one of the townsfolk wondered, glancing around.

There were no lights inside, leaving the interior mostly swallowed by darkness. Thankfully, some of the broken high windows allowed moonlight to seep in, giving them just enough visibility. Even then, they weren’t sure if seeing the thick cobwebs clinging to every corner and the layers of dust coating the floor was something they wanted to process.

"Right!" Long, the drunkard, turned toward them as he scrambled behind the empty bar counter. "Just hold those guys up for a bit while I mix myself some drinks."

Everyone frowned as they watched him knock over old junk on the counter and the shelves behind it. Each item that fell produced a piercing clang—sounds sharp enough to make people wince.

In the silence, the noise felt even harsher.

"Haha! I’m fine, I’m fine!" Long laughed, his words slurring. He was clearly in no condition to look after anyone.

How could Lola tell them to leave these men with this drunkard?

This man couldn’t even take care of himself. Even setting aside his drunken state, he reeked. Despite the distance, the stench clung to the air.

"Long," one of the townsmen called, watching objects fly over the counter as the drunkard rummaged underneath it.

The man drew a deep breath, forcing himself to ignore the clanging—and occasional shattering—sounds. "If you know who these men were working with, this isn’t the time for you to be mixing drinks."

"I doubt there’s even anything in here to mix," someone muttered.

Unless it’s poison.

"Get it together," another townsman snapped, displeasure clear on his face. "We’re carrying two injured men. Tell us where to put them." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Right—yep!" Long’s voice echoed from beneath the counter. "Just give me a moment—just a second!"

No one answered, but they did give him that minute. A moment to get himself together and tell them where to place the patients.

Yet even after a full minute had passed, all they heard was the noises of Long fumbling around.

"Are we really in the right place?" Florida couldn’t help but ask.

The men turned to him and nodded. "This is the only bar here with the name Long. And he’s the only one named Long."

"That’s because he’s the only person left in this town."

Curious, Florida asked further, and the townsmen answered simply, "Everyone else moved to other towns."

In Ravah, abandoned towns and small communities weren’t uncommon. And here, the population had been steadily declining. After all, who would want to raise a child in a place like this?

"I see." Florida nodded in understanding. "So that’s why no one bothers him."

Even if the man drank himself senseless, shouted at passersby, or acted deranged, no one cared. He was alone and harmless... in a sense.

"How did he know we have patients, though?"

Ransom’s quiet voice cut through the murmurs. He slowly turned to the group, brows knitted. "If I remember correctly, we weren’t carrying them earlier."

And even if the truck was parked nearby, from Long’s position, there was no way he could’ve known there were injured men inside.

The platform jolted violently, nearly throwing everyone off balance. Fortunately, they managed to steady themselves. All eyes dropped to the floor beneath them, confusion etched across their faces.

"It’s... moving down," someone blurted out. "We’re going... deep."

As realization set in, everyone turned toward Long. The drunkard—who had looked like nothing more than a wasted man moments ago—just chuckled.

"It’ll be a quick trip," he said. "Just stand still and enjoy the ride."

At first, they assumed it was merely a descent.

But when the platform reached a certain depth, the opening above sealed shut, and another platform slid into place.

Then, lights flooded the underground. Everyone squinted instinctively.

When they opened their eyes, they found themselves facing a bright tunnel—modern, well-maintained tunnel—and the platform beneath them was more like a moving walkway.

Surprise, awe, and confusion swelled in their chests. The underground passage was cleaner than the bar, and far brighter.

But when they reached the end of the tunnel, their jaws nearly dropped.

A wide space opened before them, filled with medical equipment and partitioned wards. The air even smelled sterile.

Ransom’s mouth fell open, and the words slipped out before he could stop them.

"This... is an underground hospital?"