Meanwhile...
"Yah! Yah! Hah!" Chacha beat the makeshift dummy mercilessly until its neck was almost falling and its body riddled with tears.
"Yah! Hah!" The situation for Second’s dummy was the same.
The two children unleashed their anger and frustrations in the clearing. Baby stood on the sidelines with a few of his colleagues, shaking their heads at the little master and miss. Their eyes veered to the pictures taped on the dummy’s head.
It was Atlas’s face.
"I will not forgive Daddy for hurting my mommy!" Chacha huffed sharply. "I will teach him a lesson."
"Chacha, practice more!" Second punched the dummy, then looked back at his sister. "We will challenge him later!"
"Mhm!"
And with that, the children continued their practice, dismembering the poor dummies.
"It’s been a while since I saw the little treasures of the Zorken family throw a tantrum," one of the men watching them murmured.
"I don’t think that’s what you call a tantrum," another replied. "That’s violence. Real violence."
They shook their heads, but weren’t worried that Atlas would see his pictures on the dummies.
"Who’s going to tell them he probably didn’t beat her the way they think?" One of the men wondered. "And that they might be expecting soon."
After all, the twins had been livid early this morning when they woke up. They rushed to their parents’ room, only to see Lola sleeping motionless like a log. From what they overheard, when they snuck under the bed and saw some "bruises" on her, they were startled.
Atlas’s remarks didn’t help, since he had told them it was his fault.
So the twins, with their wild imaginations, believed their father had let their mother get hurt—or perhaps that he was the cause.
Well, it was his doing, the men thought. But I’m sure she also had fun... maybe.
"Wow..." one of the men muttered. "We might actually welcome the madam on the island."
"The Zorken Family having a woman at the helm with him... I hope it changes things."
"He’ll kill us if he grows old alone, for sure."
Because Atlas had always worked them all to the bone. Unlike them, he had been single. He never understood that men with wives and families needed to persuade, to love, and to spend time with them.
"I never really interacted with her, but Baby, what do you think of her?" one of them asked, making the others turn to Baby.
Baby didn’t answer immediately, his eyes fixed on the twins. When he finally peeled his gaze away and looked at them, he said,
"Not sure."
"Huh?" They furrowed their brows. "Didn’t you like her?"
Baby sighed shallowly. "I do. But I don’t know if she will accept that this relationship... is not like any other relationship."
Cringy as it might sound, Atlas was a king. Maybe not royalty in the way the world defined it, but he held the power of one.

That was their reality.
At the same time, Lola read the results Atlas had given her about the origin of the funds Melissa had been funneling to Hudson all these years.


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