The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! - Chapter 441

Chapter 441: No, You Were Never
The next day…

Lola listened to the mechanical heartbeat echoing softly in the sterile hospital room as she stood beside Lawrence’s bed. She didn’t intend to visit, but when she heard he had fallen into another coma, something in her compelled her to come. Not that she cared much.

Studying his hollow, motionless face, she pressed her lips into a thin line and quietly fixed his blanket.

“I hated you,” she whispered. “And until now, that feeling… is still in my heart.”

Her gaze lingered on him for a moment before she exhaled. “But honestly, I don’t even know anymore.”

“I’m angry because of your foolishness—because it caused so much pain to everyone,” she continued softly, withdrawing her hand from the blanket. “But at the end of the day, you’re just a victim too. A victim of others… and of your own foolishness.”

Lola straightened her back, her tone firm but calm. “I’m done wondering. I won’t ask you to be a father to me anymore, nor will I crave a father’s affection.”

“Lawrence Young,” she said evenly, “I hope you live long enough to see where this foolishness takes you.”

Just as she had decided to let Loren go, she was now ready to let this man go as well. The man whose approval and affection she had secretly longed for all her life.

A bitter smile tugged at her lips as she turned to leave, only to freeze at the doorway. Standing there was Jasmine, her face devastated and pale.

Lola’s brows rose slightly. She let out a shallow breath and gave a small nod.

*****

Truth be told, Lola hadn’t come for Lawrence alone. The person she truly came for was Jasmine.

Now seated in a café just outside the hospital, she watched the server set down their tea. Once the server left, Lola lifted her eyes to the woman sitting across from her.

Jasmine’s lips parted, but no words came out. Her eyes brimmed with pain and regret—emotions she seemed incapable of expressing properly.

“There’s no point, Jasmine,” Lola finally broke the silence. “No point in looking at me like that, with so much emotion. It doesn’t suit you. And honestly? It makes me uncomfortable. I’m not used to it.”

“Lola,” Jasmine whispered, leaning slightly forward. “I—”

“I’m not your child.”

The words sliced through Jasmine’s heart like a blade. Lola’s tone was even but unflinching.

“All my life, you only looked at one person with affection, and that wasn’t me. You loved Melissa from the moment you held her. You raised her with care, with attention. You gave her your best.”

She paused, her voice quiet but certain. “You’re a good mother. You may be a horrible person, but you are still someone who wanted the best for your child. That makes you a good mother.”

After all, everything Jasmine did wasn’t just for herself; it was for her daughter. She might have used her child to climb the social ladder, might have broken a marriage to do it, but even then, Jasmine had never laid a hand on Melissa.

A faint, bitter smile ghosted over Lola’s lips as her eyes dropped to her tea. She stirred it absent-mindedly before murmuring, “You are a good mom. And there was a time I was jealous of Melissa for that. I wished you’d treat me right… or even half as well as you treated her.”

Slowly, she lifted her gaze. Jasmine’s eyes were glistening, tears falling uncontrollably as she shook her head in silent denial.

Lola reached out and took Jasmine’s trembling fist in her hands. “Please,” she said softly. “Just keep loving Melissa. You’ve loved her all your life, so continue doing that. Because I don’t need it. I don’t want it.”

Her voice wavered for only a moment before steadying. “Love her till your last breath. Let that love be enough to reach her. Because I could never—” her tone hardened, “—I would never give that kind of love to someone like you.”

Even if Jasmine was her biological mother, Lola could never erase the memories of this woman. The pain. The bruises that weren’t always physical. The best she could offer was mercy.

When she pulled her hand away, a quiet whimper escaped Jasmine’s lips.

“Lola,” Jasmine choked out, her voice cracking. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I never wanted to hurt you—Loren fooled me.”

Lola’s expression didn’t change. She looked at the crying woman across from her and felt… nothing. Jasmine had made sure there would be no space left in her heart for pity or love.

“If you’re really sorry,” Lola said coolly, reaching into her handbag. She retrieved a folder and placed it on the table between them. “Then do the right thing.”

“Huh?” Jasmine’s voice trembled as she reached for it. Her eyes widened when she flipped it open. Inside were records of her slush fund accounts.

“The Internal Revenue will soon be auditing LL Constructions as part of an investigation into government projects,” Lola said evenly. “If I could find that money, so can they. Do you know how long the sentence is for this?”

Jasmine’s hands shook as her breath quickened.

Lola stood, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She looked down at the older woman, her expression cold and unreadable.

“Maybe you are my mother after all,” she muttered. “Because at the end of the day, I can’t pity people I don’t care about.”

She turned to leave, took two steps, then stopped. Her lashes lowered as she exhaled softly.

“Jasmine Young,” she called, glancing over her shoulder. “Thank you.”

Jasmine looked up, startled through her tears. “H-huh?”

Lola faced her squarely. “Thank you,” she repeated, her tone calm but resolute. “Thank you for showing me exactly what kind of person I should never become.”

And with that, she walked away without looking back.

*****

Outside the café, Lola stopped when she spotted Melissa standing by the curb, arms crossed, her eyes sharp with anger and confusion.

Lola sighed and approached her.

“What are you—” Melissa started, only to fall silent as Lola suddenly shoved a thick folder into her arms. Her brows knitted in confusion as she glanced down. “What is this?”

Lola smiled faintly. “They’re Loren’s properties. Everything she left to my name. I’m giving them to you.”

“Huh?”

“You’re her child,” Lola said quietly, taking Melissa’s hand and pressing the folder into it. “These belong to you.”

When Melissa clutched the folder, Lola straightened, her expression calm and composed. Confusion was written all across Melissa’s face, but Lola didn’t care much about that anymore.

“My lawyer will contact you soon,” she said. “He’ll handle the transfer and paperwork.”

She turned to go but hesitated, glancing back at Melissa’s stunned expression.

“You’re lucky, Melissa,” she said softly.

Melissa blinked in confusion.

“Both my mothers loved only you,” Lola continued, her tone bittersweet. “You were right. I used to be jealous.”

She exhaled, smacking her lips lightly. “Take care of those, Melissa. And… good luck.”

With that, she walked past her, sliding into the waiting car.

Melissa stood frozen, staring after her. The car rolled away, but her eyes didn’t move.

Finally, she whispered hoarsely, clutching the folder to her chest, “No… you were never — liar.”