The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 735: Personal

Lola closed her eyes and massaged her brows. When she reopened them, her gaze fell on Pika, who was seated in the corner of the room with Tyga. Pika looked shaken, but he said he was fine and was able to recount what had happened.

As it turned out, his former boss already knew that Pika had discovered the truth. But instead of attacking him, the old man had asked him to take a walk outside, leading him to their usual spot.

The place where Pika would usually sit, and his boss would listen.

Now, that spot was tainted by the latter’s death.

A shallow breath escaped Lola as she quietly excused herself from the room to give Pika some breathing space. As soon as she stepped outside, Atlas and Baby were already there. Izu and Florida were also present, perking up the moment they saw her.

"He’s just shocked," Lola said, knowing they were waiting for an update. "But he said he’s fine."

Izu and Florida let out deep breaths, glancing at the door with lingering concern. Not that they believed this would completely traumatize Pika, especially since he had been on the Ravah mission with them. Compared to that, this was just one incident.

Then again... this person had been close to him.

"Izu, stay here," Lola ordered. "I don’t think Pika wants it, but I’m sure he’ll appreciate some moral support."

"Yes, Madam," Izu replied, lowering his head without question.

"Florida, accompany Izu. Tyga will take over once he’s assured that Pika is truly fine," she added. Florida immediately agreed.

Then Lola turned to Atlas. "Let’s go."

Atlas nodded silently, and the two of them walked away. Baby glanced at Lola and Atlas, then at Florida and Izu.

He had a choice.

And he chose to stay.

"Damn it!" Izu hissed as soon as Lola and Atlas disappeared, his hands clenching into tight fists. "How could these guys...?"

He ground his teeth, thoughts spiraling back to the interrogations earlier. Before Pika’s incident, they had been questioning those who were seized. Each of them had different reasons, and they all spoke quickly once Atlas took over and sat across from them.

Atlas hadn’t even needed to hurt them.

All he had to ask was, "Why?"

And they talked.

Some were angry and condescending. Others were apologetic and remorseful. A few remained withdrawn or delusional.

But one thing was clear: there were only a handful of reasons they had turned their backs on the Order. It was either the unfairness and discrimination of the Circles, or the brutal intensity of the competition. More often than not, it was those reasons that pushed them into cheating and seeking help from outside the Order.

Some had even joined the Order with the sole purpose of poisoning minds, targeting the foolish or the vulnerable, and manipulating them.

Still...

"The fierceness and harshness of our environment were necessary," Izu breathed out through clenched teeth, visibly overwhelmed as this became painfully personal. "If the Order softened just to cater to everyone, we’d pay a heavy price."

Bitterness flickered in his eyes. "Did they forget what happened back then?"

Back when the heirs of the Zorken Family clashed, the Order—and everyone under it—had been left vulnerable. They had seen the consequences before. Many had paid the price simply because someone couldn’t respect a dying wish.

Or rather, because most of them were restricted from doing more than they should have—because the Council was watching, and because the other families were watching. They were bound.

"But now..." Izu trailed off, punching the wall beside him in frustration.

Florida and Baby remained silent, watching him. Neither spoke, afraid of sounding dismissive or offering hollow comfort. Still, both understood where Izu was coming from.

For years, he and his team had been discriminated against and mocked as the weakest team in the Order, Florida thought with a heavy sigh. Yet... they never turned their backs on it.

Instead, Izu and his entire team trained harder than anyone else. They trained relentlessly. And even then, their resilience and determination were laughed at and ridiculed.

So Florida understood that hearing those shallow justifications during interrogation felt like a slap to Izu’s face.

Those people knew the weakest team endured everything every single day in this place.

And they still dared to speak of unfairness?

"The Order has grown and expanded more than it ever has."

Baby’s voice suddenly broke the silence in the hallway. Slowly, Izu lifted his head while Florida turned to look at him. Baby wore his usual grim expression, but his eyes held a deeper understanding—his words carrying more wisdom than his intimidating appearance suggested.

"People are different," Baby said. "And in moments of vulnerability, we cling to anything that keeps us going. Those people held onto whatever they could reach... not realizing the price would be their lives."

He exhaled quietly, his worry shifting toward Atlas. If this weighed heavily on them, how much more on the man who bore responsibility for everyone under him?

"It may be upsetting," Baby continued gently, "but it wasn’t their fault. Nor was it yours. If there’s anyone to blame, it’s the ones who started this—the ones who exploited vulnerability for their own gain."

Silence returned to the hallway as Izu and Florida looked at Baby. Both men released slow, helpless breaths.

Before anyone could speak, the door creaked open.

Baby, Izu, and Florida turned toward it, finding Pika and Tyga standing there.

"Pika," Izu called, stepping forward.

"We’re going back to work," Tyga said quietly, looking at Baby and then the others.

Florida frowned. "Work? You should rest. I mean, Pika should rest."

"No," Pika shook his head, drawing a deep breath as he met their gazes with resolve. "I agree with Baby. The ones to blame are those who took advantage of our colleagues... our friends... their vulnerability."

His fist trembled, the corners of his eyes red with anger and determination. "I can’t stay down when someone who stood by me at my lowest... blew his head off out of guilt for letting his grief be weaponized against him."

Silence settled once more as everyone stared at the fire burning fiercely in Pika’s eyes.

Slowly, they nodded in understanding.

This was no longer just about a secret society or political maneuvering.

This was personal.

And they took it personally.

It wasn’t just them. It was everyone who had witnessed the death of a former department head, those who had seen their friends apprehended, and even those who had only just learned the truth.

Each of them had their own moment of reflection, questioning what had happened within the seemingly impenetrable Order.

And they, too... took it personally.