The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 779

Chapter 779: So Freaking Weird!

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The nun who had stepped out of the private prayer room paused, glancing back at the door. A shallow breath escaped her before she resumed walking.

As she moved down the corridor, she spotted a little girl heading toward her, with the silver-eyed man following behind. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Mother~!" the little girl called cheerfully, waving.

The nun smiled softly and ruffled the girl’s hair as she hugged her tightly.

"It seems the two of you were together," she hummed, lifting her gaze to the silver-eyed man. "Did she give you another headache, Roth?"

Roth shook his head.

"I told you to scold her if necessary," the nun chuckled warmly. "Still, thank you for looking out for her. She can be quite a handful."

"Not at all, Mother," Roth replied, lowering his head. "I’ll return to my post."

The nun nodded and watched him turn on his heel. After he had taken a few steps, she noticed the little girl smiling.

"Roth," she called.

He paused mid-step.

"The other sisters and the children baked some bread to distribute to the orphans under the church," she said gently.

Roth turned to face her.

"Could you help us pack them? We’re short on hands and could truly use the help."

As always, Roth revealed nothing of his thoughts. His gaze shifted briefly from the nun to the little girl hugging her. The girl suddenly let go and rushed to him, grabbing his hand.

"Roth, let’s go!" she chirped happily. "You’re not going to refuse Mother’s request, right?"

It wasn’t as though Roth didn’t realize the nun—whom they called Mother—was fully aware of where he had been stationed tonight. Nevertheless, he lowered his head and allowed the girl to tug him along.

Watching them leave, the nun smiled faintly before turning toward a small window at the side.

"What a quiet night," she murmured with a soft chuckle. "If only every night were this quiet and peaceful."

She lingered for a moment before following the direction Roth and the girl had taken.

She passed barely anyone along the way. Even after stepping outside into the open corridor, the grounds were nearly empty. But as she continued, she encountered a young nun walking toward her.

The young nun carried a small tray with a Bible and several items used for Mass. Her head was lowered, her steps careful as she passed the Reverend Mother—the head of the Holy Convent, appointed by the Pope himself.

"Good evening, Mother," the young nun greeted politely, continuing forward.

The Reverend Mother took a few more steps before stopping. "Do not go in there."

The young nun flinched and halted. Slowly, she turned back toward the older woman, who was smiling gently.

"I have never seen you here before," the Reverend Mother said calmly. The words caused a flicker of tension to cross the young nun’s face. "However, I have seen you somewhere else."

The young nun’s eyes widened. Her heart seemed to slow. The hand holding the tray trembled, ready to flip it over and grab the weapon hidden beneath the Bible.

Or... is their plan already in motion? Are we just dancing to their tune?

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