The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 713

Chapter 713: Remembering His Previous Life?

Three days ago, when Lola and Atlas met with Henrik, they thought that was all it was. However, when night fell, the people in charge of patrolling the island saw an overturned boat. They found someone floating near it and confirmed it was a citizen of the town.

When the news reached Atlas and Lola that night, they instantly knew it was the person Henrik hired to take him to their meeting place. Slater confirmed this, as he had followed Henrik.

According to the initial report, it was likely that the passenger attacked the owner of the boat. However, the next report came quickly after further investigation, concluding that they were likely attacked instead. That was because of the holes and dents on the outside of the boat, which could only have happened if bullets came from outside the vessel.

Perhaps that triggered Atlas’s recurring dreams about Lola’s death.

Even so, this gave Atlas reasons to do many things without raising suspicion. One of them was increasing security in the territory while simultaneously investigating everyone.

This happened in the Order’s territory, after all.

So, whoever did this was most likely an inside job.

"Do we have a suspect?" Slater’s voice echoed in the room as he watched the door open.

He was alone in the room because everyone else was busy with the case. Izu and Florida were cleared, as they were here when it happened. So, they were helping Allen and Hugo. Yuri’s case was important, but their safety was also important.

This mansion was where the twins and Lola lived.

Much to Slater’s surprise, when Lola walked in, she looked exhausted.

"Sis, what the hell?" he gasped. "Didn’t you sleep last night?"

Lola paused as she looked up, her mind a little fuzzy after all the bouncing that morning.

"Slater, don’t talk to me until I have my coffee," she muttered, dragging herself inside and heading straight for the coffee machine.

Since Hugo and Allen had shifted their attention to investigating the Order with Izu and Florida’s help, Lola and Slater were tasked with working on Yuri’s case. Someone had to keep watch over Haji, Scarlet, and Chuck, who had arrived at their destination two days ago.

As for Atlas, since Henrik had gone missing, he had been juggling everything: Yuri, Ravah, Henrik. Most importantly, he had to keep an eye on the council’s movements, since it would only be a matter of time before someone noticed Henrik’s disappearance.

Henrik had suspected the church, and it was very likely that this had something to do with the attack on the man.

"Right," Lola perked up as she looked back while waiting for her coffee. "Slater, have you heard from Haji?"

Slater tilted his head. "Yeah, I finished talking to them minutes ago before you came. They said... well, I don’t think the three of them get along."

"Did they kill each other?"

"No, not yet," he raised a hand. "But so far, they haven’t located Vito or Yuri. They also have to be careful, you know? They’re searching blind there."

All they knew was the general place the targets could be hiding, but not the exact location. It was risky, but at least they were already on the ground if the strategy team uncovered more clues.

Lola leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "I already told Haji to look for underground brawls since that’s Vito’s sport. Whenever he goes, he always hosts those fights for his own entertainment."

However, since Haji hadn’t said anything about it, that meant they hadn’t gotten wind of it.

"That only means Vito is being very careful," she whispered while Slater raised his brows, staying silent. When she noticed him just staring, she met his eyes. "What?"

"Sis, you told me not to talk to you until you have your coffee!" he intoned. "I’m behaving."

She narrowed her eyes slightly and nodded. "That’s true. You’ve been behaving."

She sort of missed the chaotic Slater, though. Ever since Ravah, Slater had been quieter than usual. Sure, there were times he was still ridiculous, but not as unhinged as before.

Silence fell in the room, with Lola stressing over Atlas instead of focusing on how to help those they had sent on the mission. But as she sipped her coffee, she arched a brow when she noticed Slater.

"What?" she asked. "What’s on the ceiling?"

Slater looked back at her. "Sis, I’m just thinking... what if First Brother is remembering his first life?"

"What?"

"Well, how do I explain it?" he leaned forward. "Remember how I regained my memories from my past life?"

Lola nodded. "You tried to unalive yourself."

"Yes, because I was depressed," Slater muttered. "And it all started with strange dreams I kept having. I dreamed of myself staring at my hands covered in blood. Then more blood... everywhere I looked, it was just blood and death. The dreams became so vivid that I started smelling blood, gunpowder, and death. I even started hearing people’s last gasps as I slit their throats or their final words — things like that."

He shook his head, as if trying to get rid of the memory, before refocusing on Lola. "I started getting gloomy and thought I was going crazy. I became more and more depressed until... I attempted to take my life, only for James to save me."

"Thanks to him, I’m still alive... and I remember what I did in my previous life," he added. "Because of him, I figured those dreams weren’t dreams, but lost memories of some sort."

"Are you saying Atlas might be remembering his previous life?"

"That’s what it sounds like."

Lola pondered this before letting out a weak laugh. "That’s impossible."

"Why?"

"Because..." she paused and leaned back, sighing heavily. "...I was in his dreams, and his dreams often end with me dying."