The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!

Chapter 814: Code Blue

Another day passed, and before they knew it, night had already fallen.

Allen yawned as he rode beside Lola in the backseat. He glanced at her, watching her read through the newly compiled reports. Recovery efforts at the site were still ongoing. Many bodies had been recovered, but a significant number remained unidentified.

"Get some rest tonight," she muttered without taking her eyes off the papers. "I’ll handle these."

"Madam, you should rest too." Allen frowned deeply. "The twins already noticed you look exhausted."

Lola didn’t respond.

It was true. During their earlier video call, her children had pointed it out. Since she couldn’t leave yet, she kept in constant contact with them. She had told them Atlas was a little hurt but was recovering in the hospital.

Thankfully, the twins were behaving. They kept reassuring her that they were fine. Now that they were back with the Order, Lola felt slightly more at ease.

"Sleep early tonight," she said as the car pulled up in front of the hospital entrance. "We’re starting early tomorrow."

Allen nearly cried. But before he could protest, she stepped out of the car and headed straight inside.

She had been staying at the hospital, preferring to remain close rather than sleep at the inns or hotels where everyone else was staying.

"It’s not like she even has a room in there," Allen muttered.

All the rooms were fully occupied. That was why everyone was sharing, even the private ones. The only person with a room to himself was Atlas.

Which meant Lola had been sleeping in the hallway, or spending entire nights in the cafeteria or wherever she was allowed to stay. She refused to take a room for herself when others needed it more.

"Goodness," Allen sighed, looking away as he remembered the quiet discussion at the site earlier. "Those guys were actually planning to start a protest."

He shook his head. Some of them had even considered holding a mass prayer for Atlas’s recovery. According to them, if they prayed together, the heavens might hear their collective prayers and put a priority order to it. They were that desperate.

Even Allen hadn’t realized how draining Lola’s coping mechanism truly was.

"If only they knew Sir Atlas waking up wouldn’t make it any better," he muttered. "If anything, there’d be two of them."

He leaned back and glanced at the driver. "Let’s just go. I want to sleep. Wake me when we arrive."

*****

Meanwhile, Lola reached for the doorknob, then stopped.

She pressed her lips into a thin line and swallowed hard. Slowly, she stepped back, staring at the door instead.

Allen had suggested she stay in Atlas’s room, since he was the only one with a private room. It wasn’t like she would make noise.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to.

But...

"Why won’t you just wake up?" she whispered, her eyes softening as her gaze dropped. "You’re making me very nervous."

She had been drowning herself in managing the aftermath of the explosion. She gave her children the same steady energy during their calls. But whenever things quieted down, the emotions she had been suppressing clawed their way back to the surface.

She exhaled deeply, turned her back on the door, and walked away.

Not yet, she told herself. There was still too much to do.

People would say she should stay by his side. Talk to him. Take care of her husband.

She wanted to. She should.

But every second he kept his eyes closed, Lola felt herself spiraling. She was barely holding it together. Barely surviving each passing moment. And knowing Atlas, he would rather she do something productive than let him become the source of her suffering.

They had made a promise.

A promise not to become each other’s weakness. To trust one another. To treat their marriage as a real partnership—a team.

So while he lay unconscious in that room, Lola made a silent vow: when he woke up, everything would already be in order. Just the way he liked it. He wouldn’t have to worry. His family would be safe. His people were protected. And those who lost their lives that night would receive proper farewells.

"Make it fast!"

Lola’s thoughts halted as a group of doctors and nurses rushed toward her. Instinctively, she stepped aside, startled as they ran past.

Her brows furrowed as she watched them go.

"Did someone..." she trailed off.

Then she heard one of them mention Atlas’s room number.

Her eyes widened as she studied the controlled urgency on their faces.

That didn’t look good.

And then the announcement echoed through the speakers.

Code blue.

"Code blue?" she muttered.

She didn’t know exactly what it meant, but it didn’t sound good. And it certainly didn’t look good.

"What... what’s going on?" she mumbled, only to stop when another voice caressed her ears.

"What’s going on?!" Penny shouted after the rushing staff, only to freeze when she spotted Lola. "First Sister."

The look on Penny’s face confirmed Lola’s observation. She wasn’t imagining things.

"No," Lola whispered, her mind blanking as she took a large step toward the ward. "Don’t tell me..."

With each step, her heartbeat pounded louder in her ears.

Atlas had been declared out of immediate danger, aside from the long rehabilitation his shoulder would require. It had nearly been amputated. Thankfully, they had reached him just in time. A little later, and it might have been too late, not just for his shoulder, but for Draken and Baby as well.

Still, the attending doctor had grown concerned about why Atlas hadn’t regained consciousness.

He should have woken up days ago, but he hadn’t.

There might be complications, they had said.

Don’t tell me...

Her breathing grew shallow. She stopped blinking as her gaze locked onto the open door ahead.

...don’t... you dare...

And somehow, time seemed to slow. No matter how fast she moved, it felt like she wasn’t getting any closer.

Please... please...

Lola grabbed the doorframe and rushed inside, only to freeze. The doctors and nurses who had hurried in were now standing still.

There were so many of them that they blocked her view.

Swallowing hard, she stepped forward carefully, squeezing between them until she finally broke through the crowd.

Then, when her eyes landed on the bed, the tears she had thought long dried up instantly watered. They blurred her vision before spilling down her cheeks.

"At... las...?" she whispered.

There, he was. Reclining against the bed, his head turned toward her.

The moment their eyes met, his gaze softened. He let out a quiet breath of relief.

"I’m..." he murmured with a faint, conflicted smile. "...sorry."

Her lips trembled, and she bit down on them, her hand clenching into a fist.

"You idiot!" she shouted, rushing forward and climbing onto the bed to wrap her arms around him. "Are you trying to scare me to death?!"

Atlas chuckled weakly, wincing as he hugged her back. He drew in a deep breath, pressing himself closer to her.

"I missed you too, darling," he whispered, closing his eyes—finally freed from the nightmare he had been trapped in.

Penny, standing among the doctors, relaxed her shoulders and smiled. Her eyes shimmered with tears.

She’s finally the First Sister I remember.

"First Brother," she whispered, even though he didn’t turn to her. "Welcome back."