The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 778: The New World Order Will Rise

"What are you doing?"

Lola froze, instinctively shifting her gaze toward the source of the voice. There, standing by the door, was the same man who had thrown her into this place—the same person who had taken the video to send to Atlas.

The little girl perked up and turned around to face him.

"Nothing!" she smiled sweetly. "I was just checking what she looks like."

The man studied the girl briefly before his gaze shifted toward Lola. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Lola gulped and tried to conceal the syringe, though she was certain he had seen her take it.

But to her surprise, while his eyes seemed to flick toward where she was hiding it, he lifted his gaze and looked away instead. His attention returned to the little girl.

"Don’t wander into places you shouldn’t," he told the little girl. "The cardinal won’t be happy if he hears you were here."

"Hehe. You’re not going to tell him, are you?"

The man placed a hand on the girl’s back and led her away. Their voices faded as they walked off.

Meanwhile, Lola kept her eyes on them, listening carefully. Once she was sure they were far enough, she lowered her gaze to the syringe in her hand.

"That’s weird," she whispered. "Did he just pretend he didn’t see?"

"Lola, what’s that?" Derek asked, moving closer to the metal bars.

"I don’t know." She studied the syringe filled with clear fluid. "Unless I inject it, I won’t know, right?"

Before she could move, Derek shouted, "Don’t do it!"

"Huh?"

"Lola, this could be a trap! What if that syringe is poison? Or the same drug that put you in that state?" His panic grew by the second. "Let’s not rush into this. He saw it, right?"

Lola arched a brow. "You noticed?"

"Of course I noticed!" he snapped. "Anyone would, especially in this situation!"

And he was right. In circumstances like this, you had to be hyper-aware. Derek had seen the man notice Lola hiding the syringe, then deliberately ignore it.

"Don’t trust them!" he insisted. "They’re probably playing with you! They’re the ones who put you here. Whatever’s inside that syringe is meant to keep you here! Maybe the drug’s about to wear off, and they needed to administer it again, but decided to turn it into some twisted game!"

Lola studied his expression. Everything he said made sense. The little girl was suspicious. The silver-eyed man was suspicious. If they were just sick in the head, this could easily be another paralytic — a bait to see if she would take it.

But...

She pressed her lips into a thin line, staring at the syringe intensely.

"Even if it’s another paralytic, I’m already paralyzed," she muttered. "From the beginning until now, I haven’t felt it wearing off."

"Lola!"

"So even if I end up completely paralyzed, there’s nothing I can do with only one moving hand."

The moment those words left her lips, Lola bit off the cap and plunged the needle into the side of her thigh.

Derek’s breath hitched, eyes widening as he watched her thumb press down on the plunger.

"Lola..." he whispered, watching her pull the needle out and toss it aside. "Lola, are you... okay?"

She pressed the spot where she had injected herself and massaged it. She looked down at her legs and tried to wiggle her toes, even knowing it wouldn’t work instantly.

Nothing.

She felt nothing.

Her lips curved downward. "It’s probably just saline or something," she grumbled, bitterness swelling in her chest. Then she glanced at Derek. "But at least it’s not poison—"

Her vision suddenly spun violently.

Her heart throbbed so loudly it felt like her soul was shaking loose from her body. The world tilted, Derek’s figure blurring before her as his voice turned muffled.

Then darkness swallowed her whole.

THUD!

"Lola!!!" Derek shouted, watching her collapse onto the floor like a withered flower. "Lola!"

Sadly, no matter how loudly he called her name, she didn’t respond.

*****

Meanwhile...

The cardinal stood in the same chapel where he had taken Lola before. He stared at the altar with reverence, his heart filled with prayer and longing.

"Let this be the last," he whispered, closing his eyes as he clasped his hands together. "Let this be the last."

Returning to the beginning—or rather, reliving different points across each lifetime—was exhausting. There had been times when even he wasn’t certain what had happened in the previous lives. The longer he continued this cycle, the more confusing everything became.

Not to mention, he had faced death three times.

That alone carried a crushing mental burden.

So when he prayed for this to be the last, it came from the depths of his heart. He wanted it to end.

"I will protect this church," he whispered, his clasped hands trembling. "I will protect Your name, Your will. So let this be the last."

He believed that as long as he was the final one standing, the cycle would end. That this time, he would live longer than in his previous lives.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and gazed upon the magnificent altar where the faithful knelt and worshipped.

As he stood there, someone approached and whispered into his ear. He glanced at her, and the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.

"Done?" he repeated.

The woman nodded.

She looked older than the cardinal, dressed in a nun’s habit, a small smile on her face.

"Yes, Cardinal," she said. "Atlas said the job is done."

She hesitated before adding, "However..."

His brows lifted slightly. "However?"

"He said he kept Marceline and Draken alive," she reported. "He’ll deliver them here alive, and you can do whatever you want with them, as long as his wife remains alive."

The cardinal frowned faintly. He wasn’t pleased, but he wasn’t surprised either.

"It’s fine," he said at last. "Whether they arrive alive or not won’t matter. Once they step inside, take them all down."

"Yes, Cardinal."

The nun departed soundlessly, leaving him alone once more.

The cardinal stared at the chapel doors, satisfaction curling at the corners of his lips.

"Finally," he whispered, exhaling in relief. "In a few hours... the old world will end, and a new one will rise."

He laughed softly, spreading his hands as he faced the altar in quiet celebration.

In just a few hours, this long struggle would finally be over.

Little did he know that things would not be so simple.