The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 721: Miraculous Coincidence

Meanwhile, while the parents were busy dealing with all sorts of matters, their amazing, mischievous, adorable little children were also up to something.

Tak. Tak. Tak.

The black panther, Renny, and the white cat, Chunchun—the feline guardians of the duo—watched as the twins set up little bottles along the side of the cave. Renny had dragged Henrik’s body to the twins’ "secret" hideout.

Well, this secret hideout didn’t exist until they named it.

And now, here they were, inside a small cave, watching the twins work like little miracle doctors trying to save a grown man’s life.

Henrik had been shot, but not fatally. However, due to blood loss, and probably hunger and dehydration, he had ended up passed out here. Not to mention, even if his wounds weren’t fatal, they hadn’t been treated, so they weren’t healing properly.

Even so, Renny and Chunchun didn’t think Henrik deserved to be mummified—or rather, wrapped like a mummy.

"Done!" the twins announced, looking down at the man they had wrapped in an abundance of bandages.

They nodded in satisfaction and gave each other a high five.

"Good thing I brought some bandages with us!" Second remarked, thinking the first-aid kits he had bought came in handy. They were supposed to be for them, just in case.

"But Second, Mr. Ricky looks like he’s shrinking," Chacha pointed at the gaunt man. Well, he didn’t look so gaunt anymore because of the bandages. "I think he’s hungry."

Second rubbed his chin and nodded. "Chacha, take care of Mr. Ricky. I’ll find him some food."

"Okay~! I’ll make a fire here since he looks so cold," she replied cheerfully.

Having said that, Second rose to his feet and adorably made his way outside the cave.

"Renny, let’s go hunt!" he intoned, and the black panther was quick on its feet.

Renny followed Second to hunt for food, while the white cat stayed lazily in its spot.

"Chunchun, look after Mr. Ricky, okay?" Chacha said. "I’ll just grab some wood over there. It’ll be quick!"

Enthusiastic as always, Chacha skipped outside. There was plenty of wood around, and having trained in the wilderness as children, this was no challenge. Thankfully, their father had taught them survival skills early on.

Minutes later, Chacha returned with wood dry enough to start a fire. She set everything up carefully inside the cave, knowing that starting a fire outside was useless. Also, the smoke could signal someone nearby.

An hour later, Second came back with fruit and edible mushrooms.

"Wow~! That’s a lot!" Chacha beamed as she helped him put down the food like a born provider. "This mango looks so ripe. I want to eat it—hehe."

"Chacha, your tummy might hurt if you eat that," said Second, handing her an apple instead. "Have this one."

The twins busied themselves, reminded of the times they had been thrown into the wilderness with nothing. So even though they lacked some things—because they didn’t expect to find a living human instead of a corpse—they still managed to make do.

"Chacha, how did you make the fire?" Second asked curiously while making a bowl out of a coconut he picked up. "It’s not even big, but it’s so warm in here. And it doesn’t smell like smoke much."

Chacha smirked smugly. "That’s because I’m the best!" Then she asked, "How did you get the coconut? Did you climb for it?"

"No. They were already on the ground. Renny and I just picked them up," he said, as if everything here was like a grocery fruit section. He just grabbed things. "We should tell Mommy to live in the jungle with us next time."

"Let’s bring Uncle Haji," she suggested. "I saw a vine over there, and I want to see him ride it while yelling..." She cleared her throat and made a sound. "Yohooohoo~! Like that."

As the twins worked and chatted like little adults forced to survive the jungle, they didn’t notice how fast time passed.

Some time later, Henrik’s brows twitched. The first faint sound that reached his ears was the crackling of the fire. He forced his eyes open, his vision blurry. When it finally cleared after a few weak blinks, he caught sight of the strange structure of the cave ceiling.

His brows furrowed as he propped himself up on one elbow. The moment he did, he winced at the pain in his side, and also realized his movement was limited.

Looking down at his arm, he noticed the abundance of bandages wrapped around his bicep, down his arm, and even around his fingers.

Huh?

Slowly, realization dawned on him. Memories of being attacked on his way home by a boat surfaced—how he forced the boat to flip, the continuous gunshots even as he hid beneath the overturned hull. The attack forced him to swim deeper, but even then, he was shot in the leg, side, and shoulder.

Thanks to the current, he managed to escape. However, with his injuries, he had no idea where he ended up. All he knew was that he kept moving out of sheer grit until he eventually collapsed.

Thinking of all this, he jolted upright. Pain struck his side, and he pressed his hand to his abdomen. When he finally focused on his surroundings, he paused.

There, just a few steps away from him, were...

"Ninjas?" he blurted, brows knitting as he sized up the little duo kneeling over their pile of fruit, staring back at him with blank expressions.

It took a second for Chacha and Second to remember they were wearing ninja costumes.

"Oh," Chacha nodded and smiled. "Yes, we’re ninjas."

Hearing her voice, Henrik grew even more confused. "Charlie?"

"Ack—!" Chacha clamped a hand over her mouth. "That’s not me! Who’s that?!"

Second let out a small breath, picked up the coconut Renny had stomped open earlier, and carried it over to Henrik.

"Mr. Ricky, we thought you were dead," the little boy said, sitting politely beside him. "Good thing Chacha wanted to see a dead person in real life. Even though it’s disappointing we didn’t see one, we’re glad you’re okay."

He pushed half the coconut toward him. "This is for you," he smiled.

Henrik was confused, and seeing these two only confused him more. Still, he took the coconut and drank. His throat was dry—painfully so. What Second gave him wasn’t enough to fully quench his thirst, but it was enough to keep him going.

After gulping it down, he looked at them. "What are you doing here?"

Chacha and Second looked at each other, then back at him.

"Mr. Ricky, we already told you," Chacha pouted. "We wanted to see a dead person up close because Daddy never lets us."

Henrik’s face twitched as he listened to their simple explanation of how they ended up here, their reasons, their disappointment at finding him alive, and how they ended up taking care of him. It was a miraculous coincidence... but also a ridiculous one.

It left him thinking only one thing.

I shouldn’t have criticized Atlas when I heard he threw his children into the wilderness. They ended up saving me... No, wait—why would they go out of their way to see a dead person?