The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 817

Chapter 817: It Should’ve Been Him

Hurt people hurt people.

Mother Reverend believed that as well.

She had already foreseen what would happen if the cardinal’s madness reached its peak. If he succeeded, she knew it wouldn’t be the end. If anything, it would only mark the beginning of another endless bloodshed.

"I had a vision," she said. "It was only a glimpse. You may call it silly, but I believe in such things. In that vision, I saw Madam Zorken standing before a ruined, century-old cathedral—its walls stained with the blood of those who served the church."

A wry smile touched her lips. "At first, I didn’t realize it was Madam Zorken. I thought it was someone else entirely. Initially, it was merely a dream... until it began appearing even when my eyes were open. That was when I understood what it meant."

"The death of the secret society would not be the end," she continued, facing Lola squarely. "Rather, it would be the beginning of a new era. An era where balance is no longer upheld by a few, but monopolized by one."

"An era where the world rests in the palm of a single person," she added. "I chose to believe in that—silly as it may sound."

Lola and Atlas were in no position to confirm such a thing. No one could truly know what would happen or what a person might become.

But if Lola truly lost Atlas, she knew she would never be the same. The same went for Atlas.

"If you knew what the cardinal was doing, why didn’t you act sooner?" Lola asked before she could stop herself.

"He had the Pope," Mother Reverend replied with a faint smile. "I am not someone who gambles with lives, Madam Zorken. The Pope is the church’s hope—our leader. I would not risk his life. Moreover, while I may hold this position, I do not possess the resources to fight a man like him."

She lowered her head. "I could only wait for the right time." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"And when that time came... you intended to shoulder the responsibility alongside the cardinal by dying? Is that what you’re saying?" Lola pressed.

Mother Reverend did not answer directly. She didn’t need to.

"As I said, it is a shared responsibility," she spoke again. "We were the ones who placed the cardinal in that position. We failed the church. We failed those who leaned on us in faith. We failed to protect our Pope."

She exhaled softly. "One way or another, we all had a hand in what happened."

"What a selfish way of thinking," Lola whispered, though she restrained herself from saying more. She wasn’t from the church, nor was she particularly devout—but she understood what it meant to be trapped by another person’s actions.

The Pope was old, and what the cardinal had done to him was outrageous. From what she heard, the Pope had been deliberately kept paralyzed, while the cardinal used his age to convince others it was merely declining health.

That was how the cardinal consolidated his power and control.

Killing the Pope would have been pointless. If he died, another would simply rise—someone younger, someone harder to manipulate.

"For that, I still apologize for everything. And if you allow it, we would like to make amends," Mother Reverend added, drawing a shallow breath. "Rebuilding trust will not be easy, but I hope we can begin somewhere."

With that, she rose to her feet and inclined her head slightly, bidding them good night. She turned to leave, but as her hand reached the doorknob, she paused.

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