The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! - Chapter 447

Chapter 447: A Night Before The Showdown
Mike paced back and forth, irritation carved plainly across his face. When he turned to Jasmine — sitting on the only invaluable chair the bank hadn’t collected — his face reddened with fury.

He marched toward her, grabbed her by the shoulders, and forced her to her feet.

“Jasmine!” he roared, snapping her out of whatever thoughts she was drowning in. “Snap out of it!”

Jasmine’s eyes shook as she searched his angry face.

“Are you not hearing me?!” he growled, his grip tightening. “This is not the time to sulk like this! If we don’t do something, losing this place will be the least of our worries!”

Grinding his teeth, Mike hissed, “We sacrificed a lot just to get here, Jasmine. I’m not losing any of it because of that damn Lawrence. And I swear to God, I will not go back to that jail because of him.”

“…” Jasmine stared at him, searching his expression for even the tiniest hint that he was drowning in regret or guilt the same way she was. But Mike showed nothing.

She swallowed hard. “Mike… after everything, this is what you’re still focused on?”

“What?” His face twisted. “What do you expect from me?”

“Loren swapped our children. And not only did I end up raising hers, I hurt my own.” Tears gathered in her eyes. “And to make it worse, both Melissa and Lola already know.”

“And so?” Mike winced, restraining himself from snapping. “Lola and Melissa know — so what?”

“Mike, don’t you care about your child?” Jasmine slapped his hands away. “That was your child — ours! How could you say that?!”

“She’s happy! She married a rich man — what else do you want from me? Cry?” he barked, his voice echoing through the almost-empty residence. He ruffled his hair in frustration. “Jasmine, what do you want me to do?”

“Sure, Lola was our child and we didn’t get to raise her — that’s… bitch!” he exclaimed, fumbling in his anger. “But we can’t turn back time! Even if we cry a river, Lola will never forgive us!”

Jasmine’s bitterness tightened her chest. Lola had made that clear. It was why she was falling apart. She had spent years hating Lola, only to learn the truth through a DNA test. Suddenly, so many things made sense.

Things she had never allowed herself to admit.

“But most importantly,” Mike continued, “even if she doesn’t want us in her life, that’s one less mouth to feed.” His twisted logic spilled out without shame. “Besides, what’s there to worry about? Our daughter married a rich man! She took after you. Actually, better than you!”

His remarks — whether a joke or just his warped thinking — made Jasmine glare. But Mike didn’t back down.

“Jasmine.” He clasped her shoulders again. “I’m sorry for Lola. I am. But I’d be even more sorry if we let that Lawrence Young live.”

Jasmine scoffed. “Lawrence is still in a coma—”

“But he’ll wake up,” Mike snapped. “And when he does, he’s going to run that big mouth of his. Jasmine, you know your husband. Once he talks, both of us will end up behind bars.”

Silence fell thickly between them.

Jasmine pressed her lips together, conflict flickering in her eyes.

“If Lola died, I would’ve grieved,” Mike said bluntly. “But that girl is living the life now. I researched the Bennets — they’re loaded. Your daughter is in safe hands. So right now, we worry about ourselves.”

He shook her shoulders gently, but his voice sharpened. “Do you understand?”

“…” Jasmine hesitated. Lola’s parting words echoed painfully in her mind.

Deep inside, Jasmine was devastated. Not only hurt, but also humiliated. Loren’s final act had been revenge from beyond the grave. Loren never backed down, because she knew she would get the last laugh.

It was humiliating. Infuriating.

And still… Jasmine felt deeply sorry for Lola.

She regretted her actions from the bottom of her heart, even if it was too late.

But she couldn’t imagine herself behind bars. That wasn’t a place she belonged. She couldn’t imagine a night in jail, let alone years. Her pride wouldn’t allow it.

“What are we going to do?” she whispered. “Melissa never leaves his side.”

“Lola already retrieved the bodyguards she put in that fool’s ward,” Mike said. “And yes, Melissa hates us — she won’t let either of us near him.”

“I know that!” Jasmine hissed. “That’s why I’m asking what the plan is.”

“Distract her.”

Her brows furrowed at the resolve in his eyes.

“I’m going in there,” he said slowly, stressing each word. “Distract her. Beat her or beg her — I don’t care. As long as you give me enough time, I can do the job.”

“You’re going to do it yourself?”

“I don’t have a choice,” Mike muttered. “Those guys I hired to sabotage Lola on set were the first to sing like canaries when her husband asked.”

Bitterness curled in his chest. Even though he was relieved Lola hadn’t been harmed then, he now understood just how fragile his hired men were. Worse — those men were employees from his own business.

So how could he trust anyone else with this?

Better to do it himself than pick up a rock and smash it on his own head.

“Ask Melissa for forgiveness or just let that ungrateful brat go,” he hissed. Even though Mike wasn’t sentimental, he still felt bitter that Loren’s child — Melissa — had the audacity to act that way after everything they had given her.

He understood Lola’s hate. But Melissa?

“Once we finish this, we’re leaving,” he said firmly. “We’ll leave Melissa behind. And we won’t worry about our daughter — Lola’s in good hands. We need to focus on ourselves.”

Mike swallowed hard. “Do you understand? We’re going to start anew. Just the two of us.”

“…” Jasmine fell silent, then nodded.

That night, Mike and Jasmine made a decision to live for themselves after tying up loose ends.

Little did they know that one petty man would never leave any loose ends unresolved, even if Lola herself had chosen to move on.

Lola was graceful.

But the people who loved and treasured her would gladly claim disgrace if that meant being able to stand up for her.