The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 771

Chapter 771: Silver-eyed Trash!

"Because you don’t even know what you’re fighting for. I guess you were too busy scheming to remember to pray for enlightenment."

The man studied the look on her face as if she had just seen the future. But before he could speak again, he noticed the entrance shift slightly.

"It was nice meeting you, Lola," he said as he stepped back. "I’ll see you again later."

Lola simply stared at him, following his figure with her gaze until he disappeared from sight. Silence settled in after the door creaked shut, and she found herself staring up at the high ceiling.

Everything the man had said replayed in her mind. Yet it didn’t make her head throb painfully. It just repeated over and over, irritating her.

With her working hand, she curled her fingers into a fist.

I need to find a drug to get me moving, she muttered inwardly. I can’t—

[I’ve wiped them all out.]

Amid her thoughts and the man’s lingering voice, Atlas’s clear voice echoed. The words he had spoken not long ago—while telling her what he had done in his dreams—rang sharply in her mind.

"He would do it," she whispered. "Atlas... will do it."

If Lola stayed here like a damsel in distress, Atlas would burn everything in his path. Not that she believed her husband would blindly follow whatever these people demanded of him. But he might, if she did nothing here.

But how?

Even after stalling for so long, her legs were still weak. Though she had regained sensation after being slammed against the pillar, she couldn’t move them at will. Not to mention, her other arm was completely numb and limp.

Lola reached for that arm and tried to lift it, but it remained lifeless. She stared at it, wondering if slamming it against the floor would help. So she raised it and let it drop, allowing it to hit the marble without restraint.

Nothing.

"Oh, God," she breathed, instinctively looking toward the altar. "Look at what your servants are doing to me."

She wasn’t religious. Her hands were stained. She knew that if she died, she would likely be delivered to hell for the sins she had committed in this life.

"I prayed countless times before, and you never listened," she murmured, eyes still fixed on the altar. "Yet at times like this... I keep hoping that you will at one point."

Slowly, she closed her eyes and drew a deep breath.

"Please... not my family."

She could endure whatever was brought upon her. Even if that so-called rightful disciple of the church committed the most horrendous acts imaginable, she didn’t care.

When Lola reopened her eyes, she continued staring at the altar. For some reason, her body felt relaxed, and her heart was calm as a still lake. The anger was still there, but it no longer consumed her. Perhaps it was the sacred air of this place. Or perhaps it was because she knew that even if she screamed, there was nothing she could do right now.

"I like this place," she murmured, her gaze drifting across the vast interior. "It’s so... quiet."

It felt like the quietest place she had been in for a long time. Even when she had a place to rest, there was always noise around her. Not the kind she hated. Rather, the kind that proved there was life.

The children’s adorable laughter. The distant banter within the manor. The gentle midday breeze rustling through open corridors.

Compared to that, this place was simply... silent. As if no sound could penetrate it.

Lola furrowed her brows.

"Where... am I?"

The silence wasn’t eerie, but it was almost deafening. She would have understood it if the windows were sealed. But from what she could see of the large window behind the altar—where the moon shone brightly—they weren’t.

I’m not underground, for sure.

She could tell that much from the view.

"Wait—" Lola protested as one of them approached her. But he didn’t stop. He grabbed her legs and hoisted her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

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