The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126: You’re dead... so stay dead

[Young Residence]

Lawrence found solace in Jasmine’s positivity and encouragement, just as he had always found peace in every situation with her by his side. Yet a part of him remained inconsolable—a part he could feel but could not explain.

Idling in his study in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, Lawrence sipped a glass of rum, letting the quiet embrace him. Just him and his drink, an audience for his swirling thoughts.

He swallowed a mouthful and reached for the book on his desk. Opening it at a bookmarked page, he revealed a photo of him and Loren.

"Loren," he murmured, leaning back as he held the photo before him.

The photo was old, but clear enough to show Loren grinning with a chicken in her hand. Squatting beside her, his arm draped across her shoulder, was the young Lawrence, wearing only his inner formal shirt beneath his suspenders. Their hair flowed back with the wind, but that small detail only displayed what looked like a happy marriage.

A young, wealthy couple, enjoying themselves on a farm.

His eyes softened with a mix of longing and bitterness, perhaps even lingering anger.

"You got what you wanted in the end." His thumb pressed on the photo’s edge until it creased. "Like you had always had — damn you, Loren Albert."

Lawrence clenched his jaw and tossed the photo onto the desk. He chugged the rum without hesitation, hissing in satisfaction, then glared at the photo—the same photo he had always tried to tear or throw away, but had never succeeded.

He despised her, yet no matter how much he hated her, he always found himself holding on to her. Even years after her death, it was still a dilemma he had never gotten rid of.

Another heavy breath escaped him as he poured another glass, trying to wash away the unpleasant feelings in his chest. After all, admit it or deny it, hate or not, Jasmine was right:

At one point, Loren and Lawrence had been deeply in love.

They had been lovers in what sounded like a fairytale—where a princess fell in love with a commoner—and despite all odds, their love had seemed invincible. At least, that was what he believed for a time; he believed there was nothing they couldn’t overcome together.

But she lied.

Loren had lied, hurt him, and betrayed him. He may have made the mistake of getting drunk, unaware of what he was doing, and waking up next to a former lover he had long forgotten. It was a mistake, an honest one, which he had confessed to and planned to take responsibility for.

He thought she had forgiven him, but she hadn’t. Otherwise, Lola—Loren’s living punishment for him—wouldn’t exist.

"Damn you, Loren," he whispered, chugging another mouthful. "Your daughter is just like you."

He kept drinking until he was wasted. It had been a long time since he let himself drown in all the baggage he had silently carried. Deep down, in the very core of his heart, he still yearned for the woman who had shattered him.

Before he knew it, he could no longer make it to the bedroom and collapsed on the couch.

"Haha..." he laughed to himself. "Haha... damn it."

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