The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! - Chapter 413

Chapter 413: Played God
Loren wasn’t the kindest person Doctor Tyler had known. She was a good person, but not the kindest. She could be ruthless, especially since she had to navigate a patriarchal business world that had never been kind to women like her.

She had always been an overachiever—brilliant, calculated, and sharp. In a male-dominated industry, she didn’t just survive; she thrived. People respected her, even feared her in boardrooms. Marrying Lawrence wasn’t a surprise to anyone. Loren didn’t need a man to validate her name or push her further up the ladder, but she still chose him.

She was a prideful woman.

So what would someone like her feel when Lawrence—the man she picked up from nothing, clothed, and molded into someone worth the world’s attention—betrayed her?

She was the one who gave him access to doors that never would’ve opened for him no matter how loud he knocked. She made him the man he became.

And in return, he gave his love to someone else.

It wasn’t just heartbreak Loren felt that day.

It was anger. A deep, consuming anger unlike anything she had ever known before.

It was the kind of anger that didn’t scream or destroy. It was the type that waited. It built itself quietly, shaping itself into something cold and deliberate.

That was what made Loren terrifying.

*****

[Present Time]

Doctor Tyler made his way toward his car, finally ready to go home and rest. The exhaustion written all over his face wasn’t physical—it was emotional. Years of guilt had worn him down, but last night, that weight felt heavier than ever.

He hadn’t done much the previous night. Yet somehow, his shoulders sagged with the burden of a man who could never escape what he had done. The kind of burden that haunted him every time he looked into a mirror.

He exhaled softly and reached for the driver’s door, but froze when a shadow shifted at the edge of his vision.

Someone was standing there.

He turned his head slowly.

“I’m Lola’s fiancé,” said a calm, low voice.

The man stood tall, composed, and unreadable. His tone didn’t waver, but there was an edge to it that made the doctor’s pulse skip.

“Do you have a minute?” Atlas asked.

Doctor Tyler straightened instinctively, clearing his throat. “If this is about her father, he’s going to be fine—according to his attending. They’ve already started the transfusion, so there’s nothing to—”

“You were the one who handled Loren Young and Jasmine Young’s deliveries,” Atlas interrupted coldly, his eyes fixed on him. “Despite not being qualified. And I’ve already reviewed the hospital’s archived delivery records, your background, and the results of the paternity tests on everyone.”

A faint glint flickered across Atlas’s eyes, one that made the doctor’s heart pound.

“So,” Atlas said quietly, “do you have a minute now?”

Doctor Tyler froze. This was the first time he had ever heard about Lola’s fiancé. He hadn’t even known she was engaged. Yet every word that came from Atlas’s mouth told him this wasn’t a man asking questions out of curiosity.

This was an interrogation.

After a tense pause, Doctor Tyler let out a shallow breath and nodded. “I do.”

*****

The restaurant’s private dining room was quiet—almost too quiet. The lights were dim, the air heavy.

Atlas sat across from Doctor Tyler with his usual poise, though his expression was anything but calm. His gaze was sharp, cold, and unflinching. The doctor, on the other hand, looked worn out—like someone who hadn’t slept in days and didn’t expect to sleep anytime soon.

“Was it guilt that’s been weighing you down?” Atlas asked, breaking the silence. His tone was detached, but his eyes never left the doctor’s face. “From what I’ve heard, you shouldn’t have even been in the hospital last night.”

The doctor swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “What is it that you want, Mister…?”

“Atlas.”

“Mister Atlas,” Doctor Tyler nodded, regaining his composure. “If you need something, I’d prefer we get straight to it. As you’ve said, I wasn’t supposed to be at the hospital. I was only on call.”

To be fair, it had been a coincidence. He was supposed to have gone home hours earlier, but when he saw the Young family rushing through the emergency department, something in him told him to stay.

And when he saw her—Lola—he’d stayed even longer.

Not because he wanted to check on Lawrence’s condition, but because she reminded him of everything he’d buried. Everything he wanted to forget.

“The paternity test already told me what I needed to know,” Atlas said flatly. “And my investigation filled in the rest.”

His voice was calm, but there was a weight to it. Restrained fury hiding beneath layers of control.

“Loren Albert,” he murmured, tapping his fingertips against the table’s edge. “What did she do?”

Doctor Tyler didn’t answer immediately. He sat there, lips pressed tightly together, the silence between them stretching thin.

After a long moment, he sighed and looked up. “Does she know?”

Atlas’s eyes darkened. “Who?”

“Lola,” the doctor said softly. “Does she know, Mister Atlas?”

“Not yet,” Atlas replied, voice low. He clasped his hands together, his knuckles whitening as he swallowed down the tension burning in his throat. “And that’s none of your concern.”

He only wanted one thing from this man—the truth.

He needed to know everything before deciding what to tell Lola. She deserved the truth, but only when he understood how deep the damage went.

Lola loved her mother. She idolized her. To Lola, Loren was the only person who had ever loved her back. The only person who stayed.

But what would happen if she learned that the very woman she adored—the one she called her only family—was the same person who had orchestrated her misery from the start?

“Lola has always wondered if she was born to suffer,” Atlas muttered, his chest tightening with restrained anger. “It seems… she wasn’t wrong.”

Doctor Tyler’s eyes flickered, his head lowering as guilt washed over him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice trembling. “I’m… it’s not— we were wrong.”

Atlas’s composure faltered for just a second. His voice trembled slightly as he said, “Tell me, Doctor. What did you and Loren Albert do?”

Doctor Tyler hesitated, but when he finally looked up, he saw the kind of fury that didn’t need shouting. Atlas’s eyes were cold enough to kill.

The silence in the room felt suffocating.

“We regret it,” the doctor finally said, voice barely above a whisper. “Had we known what would happen—”

“That’s not my question,” Atlas cut in sharply, his tone slicing through the air. “I asked how it happened. I want everything. From the beginning.”

He leaned forward, resting an arm on the table. His stare didn’t waver. “You played God with an innocent person’s life,” he breathed out. “Be grateful I haven’t played God with yours yet, but I’m very close.”

His words were soft, but they felt like a threat.

Doctor Tyler’s throat tightened. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached for the edge of his glass, but he couldn’t bring himself to drink.

“Tell me,” Atlas repeated, his voice colder now. “Was Lola… Jasmine’s daughter?”

The question hung in the air.

Doctor Tyler’s lips parted, but no words came. There was nothing left to hide anyway. Both men already knew the truth. This was no longer about discovery. It was about confession.

The doctor closed his eyes briefly and exhaled.

“Yes,” he whispered at last. “Yes, Lola is Jasmine’s daughter. I swapped them before the babies reached their mothers’ arms.”