"Find them! Don’t let the master—"
"The master?! You an the Madam?!"
"The master doesn’t care about the kids; they’ll be back. But the Madam..."
Everyone who had been scouring the mansion stopped for a second. They all looked up, imagining Lola’s reaction once she found out her children were gone. All they could think of were the tis Lola had panicked whenever the twins did sothing even slightly extre—and how deeply she cared for them.
Compared to Atlas, who watched his children toe the line between life and death with unsettling calm, Lola would break anyone within reach if it ant not losing her sanity. And since so much had been happening in the Order, no one believed Lola—or even Atlas—would simply sit back and wait for the twins to return on their own.
Everyone gulped nervously.
"For a second, I think I just saw a glimpse of hell," one of them muttered. "Shit!"
Without waiting for the others, the man rushed off to continue searching for the twins. The rest hissed under their breaths and followed after him. Their group wasn’t the only one having the sa realization—the rest of the teams searching other parts of the mansion had also frozen for a mont before picking up the pace.
anwhile, Allen paced back and forth, unable to panic the sa way everyone else was—because soone nearby was already spiraling.
"Oh no, oh no, they’re going to kill ," Kiara muttered, biting the tip of her thumb as she paced. "What have I done? I told them not to worry about the kids, but now they’re missing!"
"Miss Kiara..." Allen flinched when Kiara suddenly jumped in front of him, gripping his shoulder.
"I’m going to divorce Hugo," she blurted out in horror. "Everyone’s going to hate if sothing happens to those kids. Oh god... actually, I won’t even need to divorce him—his brother’s going to kill him. I’m going to be a widow tonight!"
Kiara let go of Allen and walked away, mumbling under her breath... then suddenly, she started laughing.
"Miss Kiara..." Allen called softly, watching as she cycled through emotions—panic, despair, and now laughter.
He wanted to say that this wasn’t the first ti the twins had done sothing like this. In fact, the twins disappeared whenever they felt like it. However, this was the first ti Kiara had experienced it. On top of that, she had confidently told Lola and Atlas not to worry—she’d babysit them. No problem.
Even so, her panic—and everyone else’s—was justified.
First, whenever the twins disappeared, they always left a note. They learned that from Yuri. This ti, there was no note. Second—and most importantly—everyone was terrified of Lola’s reaction.
What scared them wasn’t just the disappearance.
It was what Lola would do once she found out.
"God..." Allen pinched the bridge of his nose. "Where did they go?"
*****
anwhile, Lola smiled as she squeezed Atlas’s hand.
"Let’s go inside," he said, and she nodded.
Hand in hand, the two of them walked in.
"Let’s get the twins and have dinner," she giggled. "It’s still early, so I don’t think they’ve eaten yet."
"Mhm."
With that, the couple headed toward the residence, planning to fetch the twins imdiately. This wasn’t unusual. Lola, especially, always went to her children the mont she had free ti.
But just before they could enter, Hugo suddenly jumped out in front of them.
The couple stopped dead in their tracks, Lola jolting in surprise.
"Hey, First Sister! First Brother!" Hugo laughed, smiling from ear to ear. "Good evening!"
Atlas deadpanned while Lola furrowed her brows.
"Good... evening?" she repeated, finding it odd. Hugo usually didn’t have the energy for pleasantries, even during formal occasions.
Hugo’s smile widened as he stood at the entrance, hands on his hips, feet planted wide.
"How was your trip?" he asked, sounding almost unnaturally cheerful. "Was it fun?"
Lola’s brows furrowed even deeper. "Fun?"
Didn’t she tell Hugo where she was going? Then again, Hugo lived in danger most of the ti—maybe that was what he considered fun.
"Oh," she shrugged. "I wouldn’t say fun, but it was definitely eye-opening—"
"What’s going on?" Atlas cut in, eyes narrowing suspiciously at Hugo. "Confess. Now."
"What?!" Hugo gasped, eyes wide. "What do you an? Nothing’s wrong! I just wanted to ask—sis, what were you saying? If it’s not fun, then—"
"Hugo." This ti, Lola cut him off, tilting her head slightly.
Now that Atlas had pointed it out, she finally noticed it.
Hugo was acting strange.
This was the guy who blurted things out without thinking. Even during their first eting, he skipped formalities entirely and acted as if they’d known each other for three lifetis.
"What’s going on?" she asked quietly.
Hugo’s smile cracked.
He took a step back, one hand raised. So much for buying ti—he’d barely bought them ten seconds.
"Sis, First Brother," he cleared his throat. "The thing is—"
"Where are they?" Atlas interrupted, his voice flat.
Hugo humd in confusion.
"The twins."
"Ah—don’t worry about th— they’re sleeping..." Hugo laughed, glancing inside.
When he saw everyone freeze and scatter to take alternate routes, he winced.
Before he could say more, Atlas and Lola shoved past him.
"Wait—wait!" Hugo stumbled as he lost his footing, turning toward them. "Sis—First Brother!"
Panicking, Hugo hissed and ran after them, trying to explain, but neither Atlas nor Lola listened. The couple rushed straight toward the family wing.
As they neared it, they spotted Kiara and Allen.
The mont Allen saw them—and the expressions on Lola’s and Atlas’s faces—his breath hitched. Kiara paled instantly.
"Sir—"
"Later." Atlas walked past them without sparing a glance.
Allen winced as Hugo caught up, wearing a strained expression. Hugo shot his wife and Allen an apologetic look. With a heavy sigh, the three followed behind.
anwhile, Lola’s heart pounded with every step. Her mind was blank, yet she felt it—sothing was wrong.
When they reached the twins’ bedroom, her hand trembled on the doorknob. Without hesitation, she yanked the door open, knowing that whatever happened next depended on what was inside.
"Chacha! Second!" she called out, nearly panting as tired voices answered.
"Mommy...?"
Lola flinched as she saw movent on the bed. Chacha sat up, rubbing her eyes. Second followed, looking equally sleepy.
Atlas’s brows knit slightly as Hugo, Kiara, and Allen covered their mouths in shock.
"Mommy, Daddy..." Chacha blinked, then smiled. "You’re ho~!"
Lola’s eyes darted between them before she released a shaky breath, relief washing over her face.
She stepped inside and said softly, "Yes... Mommy and Daddy are ho."
Atlas studied his children briefly, and Lola hugged them before shifting his gaze to the trio peeking in. They imdiately cleared their throats and looked away, pretending nothing had happened.
But he knew.
Atlas knew his children.
Slowly, he narrowed his eyes at the award-winning performance unfolding in front of their mother.
There was only one thought in his mind:
Where did they go?
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