The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 638: We disband just like that?

[Square]

Scarlet, Tyga, and Kean didn’t waste a second and injected themselves with the antidote they needed. Although their feet were slowly regaining mobility, it wasn’t enough for them to fight at full capacity yet. Joining the battlefield with barely any mobility was a guaranteed death sentence. Even the least experienced fighters could take them down in that state.

Baby didn’t stay with them after telling them details they should know. Not that they expect him to carry them. So, they had to fend for themselves or at least redeem themselves.

The trio quietly stared at their legs, massaging them briefly to make sure the effect would kick in as soon as possible. With their slight mobility, they also twisted their ankles to check.

"This is a fast antidote," Kean said as he moved his toes inside his boots. He kept pinching his leg, then mixed some mild massages. "I’m starting to feel my legs again."

A bubble of excitement almost filled their chests at the thought of regaining what they had lost.

Impatient, Scarlet tried to stand. Her knees wobbled as she got to her feet, but unlike before, this was an improvement.

"Scarlet, it’s too soon for you to be standing," Kean said. "You should let the antidote sit for a while."

"Shut up," she answered under her breath, focusing on keeping her ground.

At the same time, Chuck came rushing back toward them. His steps skidded to a halt the moment he saw Scarlet standing.

"You..." he panted, clutching an entire bundle of clothes he’d grabbed from someone’s backyard where they were left out to dry. "...you can stand now?"

Scarlet stared down at her legs, emotions surging in her chest as everything she had endured flooded back. The seething anger followed close behind.

"Those bastards..." she hissed before snapping her glare at Chuck. "Give me the clothes!"

Startled, Chuck still handed her the bundle without hesitation. There wasn’t time to be picky—especially when their clothes were soaked in gasoline. Running around like that amid the chaos was a death wish.

Scarlet rummaged through the fabrics, pulling out what she thought would fit without much thought. As she did, she felt her legs gradually adjusting to movement again. Once she had everything she needed, she marched off.

"Wait!" Chuck called. "Scar, there’s a house there—you can change—"

His words died when she stopped and looked back.

"Don’t wait for me," she said flatly. "I’m leaving once I’m changed."

Her message was short and precise. She resumed walking, gripping the clothes tightly in her fist. As Scarlet moved away, her eyes burned with nothing but rage—rage born from humiliation and everything she had been forced to endure.

This was exactly why she hated working with new groups like Chuck’s.

People like them always dragged her down.

Meanwhile, Kean and Tyga watched her go before attempting to stand as well. Unlike Scarlet, they didn’t wobble—having allowed the antidote a bit more time to settle.

"Let’s get changed, Tyga," Kean said as he checked the clothes Chuck brought back, grabbing whatever fit. Without hesitation, he began stripping—one of the few perks of being a man.

Tyga did the same, pulling on the borrowed clothes without care. "This antidote is taking effect faster than I expected," he muttered.

"It’s not as immediate as the Order’s," Kean replied as he worked on removing his pants, "but it’s not bad."

During the mission, they’d been issued vials for situations like this: one antidote for stun grenades and another painkiller, just in case. Unfortunately, everything had been confiscated when they were captured.

"Really?" Tyga glanced at Kean, surprised. "I didn’t think the Order’s antidotes were that effective."

Kean snapped his eyes at him as he finished dressing. "Do you think the master spends a fortune on the lab for nothing?" he scoffed, kicking off his boots as well—those were flammable too. "You probably don’t know because you never needed it, but I’ve used them before."

"What I can say," he added, now standing in oversized clothes, "is that whoever Baby mentioned—this Long person—is clearly talented."

Kean tossed the boots aside. "Anyway, I’m heading out to see what else I can do."

With that, he turned toward Chuck, deliberately ignoring him, and started walking away, only to stop when Chuck spoke.

"Hey, what’s with the cold shoulder?" Chuck frowned. "I got you those clothes!"

"Yeah," Tyga remarked coolly, heading in the opposite direction, "and you almost got us roasted alive. Take care."

With that, Tyga followed the path Scarlet had taken. Kean watched him briefly before turning his attention back to Chuck.

"That’s the least you could do," Kean spat before walking off in Baby’s direction.

Chuck watched them all leave, eyes darting between where Kean went and where Tyga disappeared.

"Huh?!" he gasped. "So that’s it?! We disband just like that?!"

His face twisted as he whipped his head around, only to jolt when a bullet slammed into the stage behind him.

Chuck stared at the burning structure, mouth falling open as the back of the stage began to wobble.

"Shit!" he hissed, sprinting away just as the backdrop collapsed, narrowly missing him.

"Ugh—!" he grunted, rolling across the ground before forcing himself up. When he looked back, the view of the square was finally unobstructed.

Bodies littered the ground. Fires crept toward nearby buildings. People fled in all directions while others fought viciously.

"Damn it," he muttered through gritted teeth, watching several people beat one man into the ground. "Even those no-name extras are doing more than I am."

His face twisted as guilt gnawed at him. The others had already moved on, already chosen to redeem themselves. Chuck couldn’t afford to hide anymore.

Deep down, he knew it—once this was over, they’d all point their fingers at him.

"Damn it!"

With resolve hardening in his chest, Chuck pushed himself forward and ran, searching for any way he could still help.

Annoying, arrogant, and irritating as he was, he did know how to redeem himself.

And he would.