"...then who killed you?"
Another heavy silence settled between them. The question hadn’t crossed Lola’s mind until he asked it.
"Shit," she blurted, sitting up abruptly to look at him. "Does that mean there’s more to this?"
Her face twisted as her thoughts began to race. Then something occurred to her.
"Wait for me here," she said, flinging her legs over the side of the bed. "I’ll go check on that silver-eyed trash. From what I heard, he’s already awake, but he won’t talk to anyone."
But now, she might just force him to cough everything up.
"Wait—" Atlas tried to stop her, but she froze the moment she opened the door.
His brows knitted together when he saw someone standing on the other side, seemingly about to knock. He narrowed his eyes, but with Lola blocking most of his view, he couldn’t see the person clearly.
Lola stared at the older woman in front of her—a nun—with confusion. "You are...?"
"I heard that Mr. Zorken has finally regained consciousness," said Mother Reverend with a subtle smile. "Is this a good time to speak with him?"
Lola blinked, taking a few seconds to process who stood before her. She had heard of Mother Reverend. After all, this woman and several senior nuns had been ready to sacrifice their lives back there. If not for Yuri requesting the team to drag them away, they would’ve ended up on the casualty list.
"Darling?" Atlas called from behind her.
Lola glanced back, then stepped aside. "She wants to talk to you," she said. "She’s Mother Reverend, from what I’ve heard."
And because of Mother Reverend, many innocents had been saved that night. She had also given Scarlet intel about the bombs. If not for her, they wouldn’t have known about them until Henrik arrived—and by then, it would’ve been too late.
"I’m glad Roth managed to find you," Mother Reverend said with a relieved sigh as she looked at Atlas. "I was worried he wouldn’t make it."
Lola’s brows twitched as she turned to her. This was the first time Mother Reverend had spoken about what happened. In the previous days, she had kept her mouth tightly shut. No amount of questioning had made her speak.
Atlas studied Mother Reverend, then glanced at Lola. When their eyes met, they exchanged a silent nod.
Lola let Mother Reverend in and offered her the chair beside Atlas’s bed. She dragged another chair across from her, sitting directly opposite the nun. Atlas remained reclined against the pillows.
Mother Reverend gave them both a small smile before lowering her head in a deep bow.
"First, I would like to sincerely apologize for what the church has caused you—and so many others. I am aware that no amount of words will ever be enough, but I will still offer my apology."
"And second..." She straightened, her gaze settling on Atlas. "Thank you for rescuing the Pope. I heard you sent your own brother to find and save him. He had been trapped for a long time, and none of us knew where he was."
Lola pressed her lips into a thin line and glanced at Atlas. She knew about that. Slater had been missing throughout the chaos at the holy grounds. Only afterward did Lola learn that he had been sent elsewhere—that Yuri had provided information about where the Pope might have been held.
Yuri had been onto the church for months before everything unfolded.
For some reason, Atlas had considered rescuing the Pope just as crucial as handling the crisis at the holy grounds.

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