The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 622

Chapter 622: Hence, Haha.

"It’s alright to let go of Grandma now."

Himari’s weak yet gentle voice carried across the square for everyone to hear. For a moment, she shut out the chaos around her—even the sharp stench of gasoline was something she chose to ignore.

Slowly, through her own lens, it was only her and Haji.

No cages, no restraints, no audience waiting to witness their doom.

Just a grandmother who had loved and raised a young boy.

Her eyes softened as memories surfaced: the first time she had held Haji’s tiny body in her arms. She still remembered how the region of Ha—now called New Gehran—their family, and the people had celebrated his birth.

It had been one of the happiest days of their lives.

Hence, his moniker, Haha. Because the day he was born, everyone was laughing with joy and celebration.

Sadly, days later, Haji’s mother died from complications during childbirth. Despite the grief that followed the celebration, his existence had given everyone the strength to push through their sorrow. Himari remembered watching her son—Haji’s father—as his grief slowly turned into acceptance while Haji grew.

Before they knew it, the fragile sense of normalcy returned.

For a time, everything had been well. The region flourished under her husband’s governance, and Himari devoted herself to caring for the people as part of her duty. Their son—and their grandson—were woven into the life of the region itself.

And despite everything that had happened since Jarvis’s betrayal, Himari found solace in one truth.

Haji—her dearest grandson—had not grown corrupt like this place.

She smiled and nodded. "It’s not your fault," she said, her voice trembling yet soothing. "It’s... alright, Haha."

Haji held his breath, eyes wide as he stared at the frail old woman inside the cage. "No."

"I am old," Himari continued, not hearing him. "And soon enough, I will join your father and your Pops."

She paused, turning her gaze toward Haji’s friends. A gentle smile touched her lips. "But those young ones..."

"They came here with you," she said softly, "despite knowing the danger."

Her words stirred a memory—of a young Haji asking why no one would play with him. Why the other children avoided him like a plague.

She remembered his innocent eyes as he asked, "Is it because Pops works in the tunnel?"

He had been too young to understand then. Too young to realize that people were afraid—afraid of being dragged into trouble. After their regime was overthrown, the worst years had begun. Even the people they once protected had turned their backs on them.

Himari and her husband had understood.

They knew the citizens had families to protect, especially when those in power would not. They never held it against them. They understood that the land itself was sick... and so were the people living in it.

Years passed before the citizens dared approach them again, but by then, it hardly mattered. Year after year, the region only worsened.

But now...

Haji had friends.

Friends who would walk into danger for him. Friends he could trust, like the young woman who had been with him the last time. Friends with whom he would share laughter, memories, and—she hoped—tears.

"Choose your friends," Himari urged quietly, peace settling over her expression as though she had already accepted her fate. "And do not... ever turn your back on your people."

"No!" Haji roared. "No! You’re my people too—no! Shut up, old hag! What the hell are you talking about again?! I’m coming to get you! Just wait—just wait a little! I will—god damn these ropes!" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

She screamed, slamming her fist into her thigh. "Move—move!"

The raw desperation in her voice silenced the men around her. Tyga glanced between Haji, Himari, and Kean.

"We have to do something!" he shouted, pressing down on his own leg. "We have to think—how do we fix this?!"

"I don’t know—"

"THINK!" Scarlet snapped, grabbing Kean by the collar. "You’re our medical expert—think, Kean. Think!"

She looked back toward the center stage, panic flooding her eyes. "If he chooses us, we need our mobility back."

Maybe—just maybe—they could save her too.

One minute was short, but it was enough to run.

Enough to reach the other stage.

As they desperately fought to regain control of their bodies, Gehran chuckled from the balcony, savoring the spectacle. This was far better than any drama he’d ever seen.

Behind him, Jarvis watched silently, eyes fixed on the old woman and the young man.

"He shouldn’t have gone back," Jarvis murmured.

The young man beside him glanced over, only to find cold detachment in Jarvis’s gaze as he continued mercilessly,

"He’s just like his father. But tonight, all that suffering and struggle will end."