The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! - Chapter 411

Chapter 411: His Order
“I’m not surprised—and Loren wouldn’t be either… if she were still alive.”

The lines on Jasmine’s face deepened at Doctor Tyler’s quiet remark. It didn’t make sense to her, yet something in her chest twisted uneasily.

“What are you talking about?” she demanded, but the doctor only gave her a small, knowing smile.

“It was nice seeing you, Jasmine Young,” Doctor Tyler said calmly. “And I hope Lawrence Young recovers.”

He bowed his head slightly, then turned to leave. He hadn’t intended to stay long—he and Jasmine were never close. They had merely known of each other, nothing more.

“What do you mean by that?” Jasmine took a step forward as he reached the door, her eyes fixed on his back. “Tyler, don’t just walk away after saying something like that.”

“It’s not unclear,” he replied, glancing back at her with a sigh. “Jasmine Young, Loren wasn’t a fool. She was a smart and fierce woman who never backed down from life’s challenges. She built her success even before she took over her family’s business. She was no pushover.”

He paused, his gaze locking with hers. “You and I both know that had it not been for her illness, you would’ve never gotten that far. The farthest you’d have gone is standing at the door of this life—never inside it.”

With that, Doctor Tyler turned and left.

Jasmine stood frozen, staring at the door. Confusion tangled with long-buried memories as his words echoed in her mind. And then—suddenly—Loren’s last words surfaced.

I pity your child.

Her heart lurched violently. Her breath caught as realization struck like lightning.

“No,” she whispered. “That’s… that’s impossible.”

She shook her head, her pulse thundering in her ears. There was no way what she was thinking could be true.

“Loren couldn’t have—no, that’s not possible,” she muttered, voice trembling. “She wouldn’t have done something like stealing my child and letting me raise hers.”

But deep down, a part of her—the same instinct she’d spent years silencing—whispered that it wasn’t impossible. Loren had never been weak. Loren had been a mother, too. And mothers… would do anything for their children.

“Hah…” Jasmine’s knees wobbled, and she stumbled backward, catching herself on the table for support.

“No,” she whispered again, shaking her head. “He just said that to mess with me.”

But even as the words left her lips, her heart told her otherwise.

With trembling hands, Jasmine grabbed her phone and frantically dialed Mike’s number. As the ringing droned in her ears, she bit her thumb to steady her shaking fingers.

“Mike,” she whispered. “Answer.”

The call ended with no answer. She tried again. And again, but to no avail.

The ringing ended with no reply. She tried again and again, desperate to stop whatever plan might be unfolding. They had to make sure — make sure Lola wasn’t their daughter.

Still… would that change everything?

*****

[Summit Partners]

Atlas paused in his work when the door quietly opened. Looking up, he saw Allen enter, holding two envelopes.

“Are those the DNA results?” Atlas asked.

Allen nodded and placed the envelope on the desk. “They came in quickly. The lab rushed the report, knowing you’d want to see it immediately.”

“Did you check it?”

“No, sir.” Allen exhaled. “I thought you’d want to be the first to know.”

Atlas set aside his pen and glasses, straightened his back, and picked up the envelope. Without hesitation, he tore it open.

The first thing he saw was the heading, and for some reason, his hand paused.

“These are the results for Lawrence and… Mike, with Maria?”

Allen’s expression stiffened. “Yes, sir. That’s the DNA test between Mike, Lawrence, and Melissa. There’s also another one for Miss Lola, Lawrence, and Mike. I included samples from Jasmine as well, as you requested.”

“Good work.” Atlas pulled out the documents. Deep down, he already had a suspicion, but he hoped to be wrong.

Because if he was right…

Atlas’s eyes skimmed the first page of the result of Melissa and Lawrence’s test. His expression didn’t change, but the silence stretched, and Allen couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Then Atlas flipped to the next result, which was Melissa and Mike.

Curious, Allen leaned forward. “Sir… what’s the result?”

But as usual, Atlas said nothing. He simply folded the pages, one after another. Allen waited, knowing that when Atlas finished reading, he would either speak or act. That was how it had always been.

Finally, Atlas checked the last report, stared at it for a long moment, then folded the papers neatly with each crease sharp and deliberate.

This action only piqued Allen’s interest further.

“Sir?” Allen prompted carefully. “Is everything alright?”

Atlas didn’t answer. He just continued folding the sheets until they were no bigger than a ruler. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he tossed them into the bin beside him.

When he leaned back, his eyes were cold. The air around him grew heavier.

Allen swallowed hard. He knew that look. It was the look that came before an order. An order that would carry importance and one that was absolute.

“What are your orders, sir?”

“Allen,” Atlas said evenly, “remember your promise when you joined the Secret Society?”

Allen blinked. “That once you give an order, I have the authority to go against it?”

Atlas nodded slightly. “Your decisions over the years have saved countless lives—mine included. I’m going to ask you to do the same now.”

Allen’s jaw tightened. The weight in Atlas’s tone told him this was no ordinary order, just like all those specific orders he had given him. “I’m listening, sir.”

Atlas stayed silent, his mind drifting to the smile Lola had worn the night before while talking about her role in the film—the same gentle smile she’d shown as she found solace in his arms.

That beautiful image of her only made his heart harden further.

“Put a hit order on Mike, Lawrence, Jasmine, and Melissa Young,” Atlas said flatly, not a single name mispronounced. His voice was ice, calm, and absolute.

“I want them all dead.”