The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 710: Wipe Them All Out

"Chacha, Second... let’s go," Kiara whispered gently to the twins as they stayed long enough to watch the men cover Lola’s grave. She then glanced up at her First Brother and let out a shallow exhale.

No one had left yet because Atlas was still there. However, Allen had decided to tell the others to leave first.

As Kiara carefully assisted the twins to leave, Atlas shifted his gaze to his children. At the same time, Chacha and Second stopped for a moment and looked up at him.

The usual bubbly innocence in their eyes was gone. They weren’t glaring at their father, but the resentment in their eyes was clear.

"Liar," Second muttered while looking at his father, while Chacha bit her lip.

When Chacha couldn’t take it anymore, she lunged at him, punching and kicking his leg. "Liar! Liar! You said you were going to protect our mommy! Liar! Liar! I hate you!"

But even as she beat his leg, Atlas just stared at her blankly.

"Chacha," Kiara whispered, reaching out and hugging her to stop her. "That’s enough."

"No!" Chacha harrumphed. "He lied to us! He said she would be alright! He said he loved our mommy and that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her! If he weren’t lying, my mommy would still be with us! It’s his fault! I hate him! I hate him!"

Chacha shouted on and on, flinging her arms and legs while Kiara stopped her from charging at Atlas again.

Second, on the other hand, watched his sister. His little fists trembled at his sides, his eyes red with resentment as he glared at Atlas.

"We should’ve just taken mommy with us," his voice shook as he held his father’s empty gaze. "I... hate you!"

Unlike Chacha, who was throwing a huge tantrum, Second turned and ran away.

"Young Master!" Allen shouted after him, jogging a few steps before stopping for a second. He turned to Atlas, lowered his head mildly, then ran after Second. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Auntie, let me go! I’m going to teach him a lesson!" Chacha continued until Hugo approached.

Hugo met his wife’s helpless gaze and nodded. "Take her with you."

Kiara nodded, tightening her hug around Chacha. "Chacha," she cooed, carrying her away. "It’s alright. It’s alright."

Chacha went on and on, but eventually, she ended up sobbing loudly in Kiara’s arms.

"My mommy... mommy..." she hiccuped, burying her face in Kiara’s shoulder.

Yet, Atlas just watched all of this quietly and unmoving, like a statue. Meanwhile, Hugo approached his First Brother, worry clear in his eyes.

"First Brother..." Hugo called, only to pause as he caught someone’s figure several steps behind Atlas. His brows rose briefly.

Scarlet.

Scarlet had a bandage wrapped around her head that also covered one of her eyes. One of her casted arms was in a sling, and there were still visible cuts and bruises all over her. Not surprising, since her mission was compromised, and Scarlet was the only one who came back alive.

"Master," Scarlet called under her breath, eyes fixed on Atlas’s figure. Her dry lips quivered slightly, and even though she only had one eye, it still burned just as wildly as her heart. Her chest rose and fell with every jagged breath.

"Scarlet, I think you should rest first," Hugo said, but she ignored him as if he didn’t exist at all.

"Tell me..." she gulped, stopping herself from choking. "...your next order."

"You haven’t even recovered—"

"How do I avenge her?" she cut Hugo off, still having her entire attention on Atlas. Then, slowly, she peeled her gaze away from him to the newly covered grave. "How... do I avenge... my only friend?"

Hugo’s shoulders sagged as he whispered, "Scarlet..."

His brows then twitched as he turned his head, only to see the others — who were also heavily injured and should be in the infirmary — standing near them. All of them were looking in Atlas’s direction, waiting for him to give them orders.

Atlas, on the other hand, looked at Scarlet and everyone behind him. His lips pressed into a thin line before he shifted his attention back to the grave before him.

For a second, silence dominated the space as he didn’t speak.

"Say this," came out his quiet yet clear voice. "I, Atlas Zorken, declare war on the secret society. Slaughter everyone that isn’t part of the Order, regardless of whether they’re innocent or not."

He paused as he gulped. "Wipe them all out."

"First Brother..." Hugo called, but at the same time, everyone lowered their heads and shouted in unison,

"Yes, sir!"

Hugo’s breath hitched as he flinched, looking at everyone who had taken the order without a second thought.

"Hey, that’s... a little..." he tried to stop them, but froze when they raised their heads and looked at him with fiery eyes.

This time, every logical thing he wanted to say rolled back down his throat. In the end, he could not stop them.

The Order’s losses were already too much to back down. Not just Lola, but others too. There were even those whose bodies weren’t recovered.

All Hugo could do was turn to Atlas and sigh quietly.

As for Atlas, he stared at the grave a little longer before turning on his heel. He paused, giving Hugo a brief look.

"Take those kids away from this," he said, his voice more lifeless than ever. "Otherwise, they’ll be the next people I’m burying."

Having said that, Atlas resumed his steps, only to stop when Hugo spoke.

"First Brother, is this really the path you’re taking?" Hugo took a step forward. "This is—"

"Hugo," Atlas cut him off, finally meeting his eyes again. "Take care of them."

Slowly, Hugo balled his hands into tight fists as a lump formed in his throat. Atlas didn’t wait for his answer or even a nod as he started to walk away.

As strange as it was, Atlas’s mind was clearer and quieter than ever. He knew, deep in his heart, he might not be able to raise his own children anymore, and he felt sorry for passing that responsibility to Hugo. But he knew if it was Hugo and Kiara... he was sure his children were in good hands.

"Atlas."

Atlas’s steps slowed down as a voice rang in his head.

"Atlas, baby."

His steps halted completely, his brows rising as he slowly turned to his side, only to see Lola standing on her toes, her hand pressing on his shoulder to tilt him.

"Wake up."

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"Baby, wake up."

Atlas’s eyes cracked open, slowly seeing the figure hovering over him. He blinked once, and his vision cleared, gracing him with Lola’s curious eyes.

Slowly, her lips curled up, her finger tapping the tip of his nose.

"You look so pale," she hummed. "Did I die in your dream again?"