The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144: I’ll Figure It Out Myself.

"I found the person who could be the one who got you pregnant."

For the next few seconds, silence filled the line. Amala said nothing more, and Lola’s grip on the phone tightened as her shoulders stiffened.

When Lola first learned she was pregnant, she had tried to piece together the hows, the whens, the wheres. There was no way she could simply be pregnant out of nowhere. But with limited resources back then, how could she uncover who might have done something so horrible to her in a foreign country?

It wasn’t that she had given up. She had only delayed the search because of the pregnancy. After losing her child, she thought of resuming it—partly to distract herself—but life had always seemed to be set on extra-hard mode for her. Detours kept piling up. Only now, with the resources she finally had, could she restart the search.

All she wanted was to know what had happened to her six years ago.

So she wouldn’t have to live forever wondering how she got pregnant and what exactly had been done to her.

Lola thought she was ready for anything. But now, with Amala’s report—what should have been good news—her mind went blank.

"Lola, are you there?" Amala’s voice broke the silence.

"Uh—" Lola cleared her throat. "Mhm. Still here."

"What do you want me to do with him?"

Lola’s lips pressed together, her head bowing low. "Where is he now?"

"He’s currently in Novera."

"Send me his address." Lola drew a deep breath. "And his files."

"You’re going to deal with him yourself?"

"Amala, he got me pregnant." Her voice hardened into a scowl. "Don’t you think if anyone should deal with him, it should be me?"

Amala was silent for a moment. "Alright. If that’s all, then I’ll arrive soon."

"Don’t worry about it," Lola said, rocking her head to and fro. "Take your time. I’m okay here."

"I know you are."

A bitter, forced smile flickered across Lola’s lips before she ended the call.

The moment it disconnected, she gripped the edge of the vanity mirror. Even seated, her knees shook. Cold sweat dampened her back and forehead, her fingers cold as a whirlwind of emotions bubbled in her chest.

"It’s okay," she whispered to herself, eyes closing. "It might not be that bad."

She nodded to herself, knuckles whitening as her grip on the table tightened. But even as she repeated the words, her body trembled uncontrollably. Covering her mouth, the knots in her stomach twisted tighter. At the peak of her stress, she bolted from the walk-in closet to the bathroom and threw up.

"Hah..." She wiped her mouth with the back of her trembling hand, then lifted her gaze to the mirror.

Her eyes were rimmed red, a thin layer of tears glistening as her reflection revealed the tremor shaking her entire body.

You said you’d be fine, she thought, bracing herself against the sink.

"But... look at you."

The truth was, Lola didn’t even know why she was reacting this way. Was it because the man—the only person tied to her lost child—was so close now? Or because she feared finally discovering what had happened to her? What had he done to her?

"It’s alright," she whispered under her breath. "You’re going to be fine, Lola."

*****

The next day...

The twins sat in the car with their father on the way to school. While they played together, Atlas sat quietly, eyes on the passing scenery, but his mind elsewhere.

I wonder what she’s up to now.

I don’t even need your help, he thought. Still, his children made an excellent cover to secure his spot in the penthouse.

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