The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 728

Chapter 728: Late (?)

For sure, it was adrenaline that pushed Henrik to keep running despite his pitiful state. Fog puffed from his chapped lips as he ran and stumbled, gunfire echoing behind him.

Just moments ago, while trying to escape, Henrik had stumbled upon two men searching for him. The instant they recognized him, Henrik didn’t wait for them to raise their rifles. He turned and fled, narrowly avoiding shots as he ducked behind trees and kept running without looking back.

"I shouldn’t have — ahh!"

Henrik tripped over a large rock jutting out from the path and tumbled down the side, rolling violently down the short slope.

The air was knocked out of his lungs the moment he hit the ground.

"Ahh..." he wheezed, his breathing catching as he twisted onto his side. Curling against the dirt, he clawed at the soil and forced himself through the pain. His thoughts raced, urging him to move.

Panting, he pushed himself onto all fours. Every part of his body screamed in pain, and he couldn’t tell which injury hurt the most. All he knew was that he had to keep moving and leave the island. How, he didn’t know. But he had to go, he needed to.

With that thought, he forced himself upright.

Once more, Henrik dragged himself forward, crawling and staggering uphill. Whether it was his eyes adjusting to the darkness or pure survival instinct, he kept going. Seconds stretched into minutes, and minutes of running became a living hell.

But he didn’t stop... even as his vision wavered and blurred.

He kept going even when he felt his wounds tear open again, blood seeping through the thick bandages. The color drained from his face, his steps faltering. Still, he slapped himself, desperate to stay awake.

"You’re close," he muttered, spotting the end of the path and assuming it marked the forest’s edge. "Don’t give in. Don’t die like this."

Despite his muddled mind and the blood loss threatening to claim him, he clung to reasons to keep moving.

He thought of the only woman he had sworn to protect, only to fail. Of her dying breath, and his promise to protect her son no matter what. He thought of the woman he had called his wife, and her growing ambition and greed. Of the people who supported her, all because they wanted to strip him of his position as head of the Bellemonte family.

He remembered the battles he fought to keep the Bellemonte family afloat as their military strength steadily dwindled. They hadn’t always been this weak. They might not have matched the Order’s training, but they were never this helpless. And yet, over time, his power had eroded—not just from incompetence, but from plans failing, resources vanishing, and resolutions never coming through.

And somehow, with every step and every reason behind it, he couldn’t help but wonder if the Bellemonte’s pitiful military state was just another conspiracy he just didn’t see through until now?

"Why am I thinking about this now?" he muttered, barely dragging himself along, gripping trees on either side of the narrow path for support.

Why, in this moment, did it suddenly feel like their military decline wasn’t accidental? Like something had been bleeding them dry all along—slowly, deliberately—like a balloon pierced by a tiny needle?

A bitter laugh escaped him.

"Never mind that," he whispered as he pushed past the last line of trees. "This is not the time for this. I ... I just need to get out of here."

Breaking through the treeline, Henrik collapsed with a grunt. Just as he expected, the path led to the island’s edge.

"Hah... hah..." He panted, his head throbbing and vision spinning. He shook his head and slapped his cheek to keep himself conscious. "Just... keep... going..."

With immense effort, he forced himself onto his knees and then to his feet. He clutched his side, feeling warm liquid soak through the bandages.

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