The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 771: Silver-eyed Trash!

"Because you don’t even know what you’re fighting for. I guess you were too busy scheming to remember to pray for enlightenment."

The man studied the look on her face as if she had just seen the future. But before he could speak again, he noticed the entrance shift slightly.

"It was nice meeting you, Lola," he said as he stepped back. "I’ll see you again later."

Lola simply stared at him, following his figure with her gaze until he disappeared from sight. Silence settled in after the door creaked shut, and she found herself staring up at the high ceiling.

Everything the man had said replayed in her mind. Yet it didn’t make her head throb painfully. It just repeated over and over, irritating her.

With her working hand, she curled her fingers into a fist.

I need to find a drug to get me moving, she muttered inwardly. I can’t—

[I’ve wiped them all out.]

Amid her thoughts and the man’s lingering voice, Atlas’s clear voice echoed. The words he had spoken not long ago—while telling her what he had done in his dreams—rang sharply in her mind.

"He would do it," she whispered. "Atlas... will do it."

If Lola stayed here like a damsel in distress, Atlas would burn everything in his path. Not that she believed her husband would blindly follow whatever these people demanded of him. But he might, if she did nothing here.

But how?

Even after stalling for so long, her legs were still weak. Though she had regained sensation after being slammed against the pillar, she couldn’t move them at will. Not to mention, her other arm was completely numb and limp.

Lola reached for that arm and tried to lift it, but it remained lifeless. She stared at it, wondering if slamming it against the floor would help. So she raised it and let it drop, allowing it to hit the marble without restraint.

Nothing.

"Oh, God," she breathed, instinctively looking toward the altar. "Look at what your servants are doing to me."

She wasn’t religious. Her hands were stained. She knew that if she died, she would likely be delivered to hell for the sins she had committed in this life.

"I prayed countless times before, and you never listened," she murmured, eyes still fixed on the altar. "Yet at times like this... I keep hoping that you will at one point."

Slowly, she closed her eyes and drew a deep breath.

"Please... not my family."

She could endure whatever was brought upon her. Even if that so-called rightful disciple of the church committed the most horrendous acts imaginable, she didn’t care.

When Lola reopened her eyes, she continued staring at the altar. For some reason, her body felt relaxed, and her heart was calm as a still lake. The anger was still there, but it no longer consumed her. Perhaps it was the sacred air of this place. Or perhaps it was because she knew that even if she screamed, there was nothing she could do right now.

"I like this place," she murmured, her gaze drifting across the vast interior. "It’s so... quiet."

It felt like the quietest place she had been in for a long time. Even when she had a place to rest, there was always noise around her. Not the kind she hated. Rather, the kind that proved there was life.

The children’s adorable laughter. The distant banter within the manor. The gentle midday breeze rustling through open corridors.

Compared to that, this place was simply... silent. As if no sound could penetrate it.

Lola furrowed her brows.

"Where... am I?"

The silence wasn’t eerie, but it was almost deafening. She would have understood it if the windows were sealed. But from what she could see of the large window behind the altar—where the moon shone brightly—they weren’t.

I’m not underground, for sure.

She could tell that much from the view.

"But..." she trailed off, lines deepening on her face. "...the moon looks too large."

And then it struck her.

She was very high up.

Just as Lola began wondering where she could have been taken, the door creaked open. The sound snapped her out of her thoughts. She whipped her head toward it and saw several men in light uniformed suits—almost like knights without the metal armor. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Their shoulders bore the mark of the church’s symbol. Lola had seen it before during her first month studying the Order and the Secret Society.

They stopped a few steps from her, looking down.

"The Cardinal told us to take you, Miss Young," one of them said politely, lowering his head. "Please do not resist. We do not wish to hurt you."

"How could I resist when I’m paralyzed?"

The man ignored her and glanced over his shoulder.

"Take her."

"Wait—" Lola protested as one of them approached her. But he didn’t stop. He grabbed her legs and hoisted her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing.

Her head and arms dangled behind him. She looked up at the others—particularly at the man who seemed to be their leader.

"Where are you taking me?" she demanded.

The man exhaled shallowly. His silver eyes gleamed, unreadable.

"We were instructed to bring you somewhere more comfortable," he said calmly. "Please bear with us."

Her face twitched in irritation. It wasn’t that she wanted him to speak harshly, but the politeness felt like mockery.

Since one of her hands was restrained and she couldn’t move the rest of her body, Lola relied on her voice.

"No, I don’t want to! Take me to that man—the Cardinal—whoever he is!"

She screamed until her voice echoed off the walls, giving them a concert worthy of a lifetime. But the men remained unfazed. They didn’t even try to silence her, as if they couldn’t care less if her throat tore itself raw.

They descended dark concrete spiral stairs. When they reached a lower level, they stepped onto an old-fashioned lift. It was nothing more than an open platform, allowing her to see the depths as they descended further.

Still, she screamed like a metalhead at a concert.

"Where are you taking me?! What is this place?! Hey!!"

Panic clawed at her as she realized they were taking her deeper into the castle-like structure.

Soon, they walked down a narrow hallway. She heard the click of keys. Then the heavy groan of a large metal door opening.

"Just leave her there," the silver-eyed man instructed the one carrying her.

Like a sack, she was lowered onto the floor. Not gently, but not cruelly, either.

Once placed down, Lola rolled onto her side and turned toward the doorway where the men were already stepping out.

"Hey!" she shouted. They didn’t stop. "Hey, you! Silver-eyed trash! Don’t leave me here!"

The silver-eyed man paused, holding the door. He looked back at her quietly for a moment.

Then he walked out without a word.

"Hey!" she continued shouting, but there was no response.

Her voice became muffled the instant the door shut, plunging her into complete darkness.