Lily lay on the bed for a day, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. She hadn't experienced such peace in a long time; her life had been relentlessly busy, even during her pregnancy, leaving no room for relaxation. Now, however, enforced idleness was her only option, and it proved excruciatingly boring.

The doctor, after delivering his message, never returned. Lily even suspected the organization had silenced him, leaving her helpless and uninformed. Alexander had instructed her to wait, but inaction gnawed at her. She needed to act.

After her usual meal and rest, she began to tear the room apart. The tempered glass windows proved resistant, but she unleashed her considerable power on everything else within reach: the floor, walls, television, water dispenser, and surveillance cameras. She demolished everything until, panting and exhausted, she collapsed onto the now-damaged, but still usable, sofa. Nothing remained.

Remarkably, despite the prolonged destruction and noise, no one intervened. The organization's calm, unhurried response—no anxiety, no fear of her self-harm or creating a disturbance—piqued Lily's curiosity.

"What kind of place is this?" she wondered. "Is there a place in Hyderland where they can easily cover up everything?"

A sharp pain in her lower abdomen soon followed. The babies, she realized, were unhappy with her exertions; their movements inside her belly were a mix of excitement and distress. Initially, she could soothe them, but the intensity increased, the pain growing until she doubled over in agony.

"Oh no!"

This was vastly different from her labor with Galen, who had been exceptionally calm, showing no signs of readiness even past his due date. His stillness had initially worried her, but it turned out he simply preferred to remain still. These twins, however, were clearly arriving early. The familiar contractions, the waves of pain—she was going into labor.

"Please, no!" she pleaded silently, addressing her children. "Mommy isn't ready yet. There are still things Mommy needs to do."

She had planned to use the opportunity to meet the man she suspected was close to the organization's core, though not the mastermind himself. Only by meeting the man with the cane, she believed, could she reach the true architect of her predicament. Now, it seemed, that chance was slipping away. The organization, she knew, was waiting for her to give birth to fully utilize R10.

Biting her lip, Lily tried to endure the intensifying pain, her stomach convulsing. Leaning against the sofa, she pressed her head against the armrest, but the fetal movements remained violent, her lower abdomen aching. Then, a rush of heat between her legs signaled the imminent arrival of her children.