The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! - Chapter 436

Chapter 436: That Makes Us Three
Lola knew she was miserable, but until last night, she had never truly realized how miserable she was. After all, she had always cherished the good days so much that she refused to dwell on the hardships she’d endured.

But as she stared out at the residence glowing so brightly it almost blinded her, she realized something else: she was happy too. That all of this — everything that had unraveled — had happened when she was at the height of her happiness and contentment.

She was happy, regardless.

And she wouldn’t be sorry about it. At the end of the day, Lola never hurt anyone deliberately or without reason. She retaliated when she had to, but never initiated conflict just to feel good.

“Daddy, it’s okay.”

Chacha rose from her seat, reaching out her short little arms to pat her father’s hair. “There, there.”

Atlas, cold and calm as always, shot her a side-eye. But he said nothing, allowing his daughter to “comfort” him before she returned to her pancake. When his gaze flicked toward Lola, she had to purse her lips to stop herself from laughing.

“Not funny,” he said flatly.

“Didn’t say it was funny,” she replied, trying to keep a straight face. “Right, Chacha? Second?”

The twins nodded eagerly, giggling.

Just before breakfast, Atlas had been trying to shoo the twins away for a quick moment of romance in the kitchen. Unfortunately, the twins either didn’t get the hint or refused to, clinging to Lola instead and demanding kisses of their own.

They couldn’t accept that Lola had kissed their father first. They were always the first ones, after all, and they weren’t about to lose that title.

In other words, Atlas’s plan had been ruined before it even started, leaving him with a slightly painful groin and two victorious children.

“Mommy, do you like the pancakes?” Second asked sweetly. “Chacha and I took the faculty’s bananas just to make them for you.”

Lola frowned. “Pardon?”

Before the twins could explain, movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention. Everyone turned — Atlas and Lola included — and saw Slater dragging Penny by the back of her collar.

“What…” Lola trailed off when she noticed Penny’s mouth stuffed full of food, cheeks puffed like a squirrel’s. She turned to Slater, whose face was twisted in pure exasperation.

“What in the world is going on with you two this early in the morning?”

“Sis!” Slater roared, making Lola flinch even though she saw it coming.

He stopped a few steps away, spun Penny around, and jabbed a finger at her.

“Look what she did! This woman — scold her for me! She’s a lost cause!”

“What do you mean, a lost cause!? I’m not like that at all!” Penny shot back immediately.

“You’re right because you’re a thief!”

“…” Lola blinked, glancing between the bickering pair. “What?”

When she turned to Atlas, he simply sliced his pancake and said in a calm tone, “Penny probably found his snacks and ate them without permission.”

“???” Lola’s brows furrowed. “That’s… it?”

“Sis, what do you mean that’s it?!” Slater’s face reddened, his voice rising. “Do you know how much I treasure my snacks and save them for special occasions?! She didn’t even eat them by accident! She woke up early just to find them!”

“That’s not true!” Penny gasped dramatically. “Third Brother, how could you accuse me like that? You once said you’d share your snacks with me — with or without your permission!”

Each line was louder than the last. Lola would have understood if this were about something serious, but snacks?

She blinked, half amused, half horrified, watching the grown siblings squabble like children.

The twins, however, were thrilled. They munched on their pancakes while watching the drama unfold, occasionally giggling and whispering like commentators fueling the chaos.

Lola sighed.

“It’s one of the cons of being their big sister,” Atlas muttered beside her. “I’ll fix these kids in a bit.”

Lola turned to him and let out a quiet laugh. “You make it sound like they’re broken toys.”

Then she looked back at the two and smiled. “No. You don’t need to fix something that isn’t broken.”

Atlas blinked, clearly confused as he glanced at his siblings again. Not broken? Did she not see what he was seeing? They were clearly defective.

In the end, their ridiculous argument ended when Lola stepped in. She promised to make snacks later and would give Slater an extra share, specifically from Penny’s portion.

“You’re saved today,” Slater huffed. “You should thank her.”

Penny pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him. “You should keep your snacks in a safer place.”

“They were in a safe place!” he snapped. “You hacked my vault!”

“Then it wasn’t as safe as you thought.”

Her smug retort made him gasp, while Penny smirked triumphantly.

Watching them, Lola took a small bite of her pancake and smiled faintly. She preferred moments like this — stupid, harmless banter between two adults whose public images were so polished that no one would ever guess how ridiculous they could be behind closed doors.

Who would’ve thought?

This was not what she had expected from Slater or Penny.

“By the way, sis, are you okay?” Penny asked suddenly, clearing her throat and ignoring Slater’s scowl. Her question made him pause too, as if reminded of what Lola had gone through.

Lola hummed, her gaze drifting over their faces before she smiled softly.

“Life goes on,” she said, her eyes landing on Atlas and then the kids. “I’m still lucky I can hope for a better tomorrow.”

Penny and Slater studied her quietly for a moment before exhaling in unison.

“See?” Penny smirked. “That’s what happens when you live your life twice — she’s numb.”

The remark made Lola freeze. Slowly, she turned to Penny, disbelief spreading across her face.

“Excuse me?”

“Hmm?”

“Penny, what did you just say?”

“That this is your second life?” Penny tilted her head to the side. “Right?”

No, was the word Lola wanted to say, but for some reason, it wouldn’t come out.

Her eyes flicked to Penny, then to Slater, then finally to Atlas. To her shock, none of them looked confused. In fact, their expressions said the opposite as if they were quietly confirming what she’d said the night before.

“Oh…” Lola let out an awkward laugh, waving her hand dismissively. “Of course not! What are you talking about? I was saying that—”

“It’s alright,” Penny interrupted smoothly, cutting her off mid-sentence. “You’re not the only one.”

Slater grinned from his seat, hand raised with three fingers up. “That makes us three!”