The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! - Chapter 438

Chapter 438: Found
[Flashback]

Lola opened her eyes weakly, the steady beeping of the heart monitor echoing louder in her ears. Her gaze drifted toward the ceiling, her mind hazy and confused—unsure of where she was or what had happened.

“She’s awake.”

A voice cut through the noise, catching the nurse’s attention. A moment later, a doctor entered and began checking her vitals. He flashed a small light into her eyes, but all Lola could feel was the dread creeping up her chest.

“Miss Young, can you hear me?” asked the doctor.

Lola met his eyes and, somehow, like magic, everything came rushing back. Adrenaline replaced the fog in her mind as she reached out, gripping the front of the doctor’s coat with trembling hands.

“My…” she gasped, her strength drawn solely from fear. “… child.”

Her throat was painfully dry. “Where is my child?”

The question hung in the air. The doctor hesitated, his expression shifting ever so slightly, enough for her to see the pity glint in his eyes.

“Where—” she tried again, her voice cracking, louder this time. Every nerve screamed that this reality was a nightmare. Yet deep down, a fragile part of her still clung to hope—that maybe she was wrong, that her mind was only jumping to the worst conclusions like it always did.

Her world had once changed with just seven words: “Congratulations, Miss Young. You’re three weeks pregnant.”

Now, it shattered with just two: “I’m sorry.”

Moments later, she found herself holding a lifeless child in her arms, her sobs filling the sterile room. Conceiving had never been part of her plan—she didn’t even know how she got pregnant in the first place—but the child had been a blessing in disguise.

A blessing she would always be grateful for.

How could the world take him away?

All her life, the world kept taking away the people she loved. So what was the point of fighting anymore? Of persevering? Of hoping for a better tomorrow when, every time she reached the end of the tunnel, she fell into another pit that felt closer to hell?

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[Present Time]

For the longest time, Lola believed it was her fault that her child died. That she had failed to protect him. In her mind, the world had only spared that child from a life of hardship with her. It was a twisted belief that gave her twisted comfort because, in a way, she thought it was right.

It was only fair, she once thought, that they didn’t have to experience having a mother like her.

But now…

“Hmm?”

Second and Chacha paused when Lola appeared at the door. Both blinked at her, tilting their heads in unison.

Lola joined them as they packed what looked like a vacation kit. Kneeling before them, she gently placed her hands on the sides of their heads. Her eyes softened, her throat tightened, and her lips pressed into a trembling line.

“Mommy, did Uncle Best fight you?” Second asked curiously. “You look like you’re about to cry.”

“Mommy, if Uncle Best fights you, don’t worry! Second and Chacha will handle it!” Chacha chimed in proudly, her grin wide and mischievous. “He’s scared of animals. So put a glitter bomb in his suitcase, and he’ll be rushed out of the hospital!”

Second nodded, agreeing with his sister’s logic. But all they got from Lola was a soft chuckle. She didn’t say a word. She just stared at them, her eyes glistening.

“Mommy…” Chacha frowned, stepping closer. “Are you sad?”

Second slipped beside Lola and wrapped his little arms around her. “Mommy, who made you sad?”

“I’ll teach them a lesson!” Chacha huffed, hugging her from the other side. “Mommy, don’t be sad anymore.”

“I’m not…” Lola whispered, carefully returning their embrace. Her arms tightened around their small bodies—not too tight, but enough to draw strength from their warmth.

She opened her mouth, then closed it again. She knew that if she spoke too soon, her voice would break, and she’d end up crying uncontrollably.

“Mommy…” Second hummed softly, watching her side profile.

Lola sniffed hard and cleared her throat before finally pulling away. She held their tiny hands in hers and forced a smile.

“I’m not sad,” she said. “In fact, Mommy’s just… happy.”

“If you’re happy, why are you tearing up, Mommy?” Chacha asked innocently.

The twins’ curious eyes made Lola’s smile deepen. Just looking at them filled her heart with a kind of peace she never thought she’d feel again.

“Tears of joy,” she said, squeezing their hands gently. “Mommy’s just really happy that she has Chacha and Second.”

They blinked at her, still studying her expression.

“And Mommy wants you to know,” she continued, her tone firm but tender, “that I love you both so, so, so much. And that I will never, ever leave you again. I’ll always stay with you for a hundred… no, two hundred more years!”

Her eyes softened, shoulders relaxing as she smiled through the tears. Watching their faces light up made her heart melt. She reached out again and caressed their cheeks with her thumbs.

“Mommy promises that,” she whispered. “Okay?”

For a moment, the twins were silent. And then, with matching grins, they jumped and hugged her.

“Mommy, stay with us for a thousand years!” Chacha cried out. “I want Mommy to stay with us forever so we can see dinosaur domination together!”

Second laughed. “I just want to be with Mommy forever!”

Lola chuckled, hugging them back tightly. She didn’t bother mentioning the test results confirming that these two were truly hers. In her heart, they had known it long before science ever said so. Even when she doubted them—when she thought they might be scammers—they never wavered.

All this time, she thought she had pulled herself out of the darkness alone. But she hadn’t. Even after escaping Vito’s clutches, she was still trapped inside her own shadows.

She didn’t find her way out alone.

These two little souls found her and led her back to the light.

Thank you, she whispered in her heart. For finding me.