The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Comforting Uncle Silo

Time had passed for everyone, especially for Lola and the twins.

Idling in the living area of the presidential suite they’d been staying in, Silo looked around cautiously. In his arms was a file he had redone. Seeing that Lola wasn’t around, he shot the twins a look.

"Hey," he cleared his throat as he tiptoed his way over to the twins. As he knelt beside them, he asked, "Where’s Lola?"

Second blinked. "Mommy’s in the kitchen, preparing us breakfast."

"We want to prepare Mommy’s breakfast, but she told us she wants to cook for us."

Silo’s brows rose as he glanced in the direction of the kitchen.

"She’s cooking?" he whispered to himself, before shaking his head. That didn’t matter for now. It wasn’t that Lola couldn’t cook, but she usually only cooked for herself and not for others. Even Silo had never eaten any of her cooking.

"Ahem! Twins," he cleared his throat and faced them, watching as they tilted their little heads to the side. "You see... I checked your work before, and I did as you corrected. Want to take a look at it?"

Second and Chacha looked at each other for a second. When their round eyes landed on Silo, the corners of their mouths stretched from ear to ear.

"Mhm!" they hummed cheerfully, prompting Silo to spread the documents for them to check.

It wasn’t like he needed to follow their advice. After all, Lola had already pointed out the things the twins had corrected. However, Silo was still curious. He knew the twins had caught what Lola had caught on those documents before, but he wanted to see it for himself.

To see was to believe, after all.

Besides, I already sent Lola the soft copy of the revised proposal, he thought, eyes on the twins. And I added a few mistakes here and there. They won’t spot it, will they?

But just as the thought crossed his mind, Chacha and Second carefully picked up the pen. Silo gulped, feeling like he was watching his professor read his thesis.

Why do I feel so nervous?

Suddenly, Chacha frowned. Instead of writing something on the page, she turned to Silo. Second also looked at him with slight disappointment.

"Wha—what?" Silo stuttered, his eyes darting nervously between the little buns. "Did I—Did I do something wrong?"

"Uncle, did you do this?" Second asked, his frown deepening.

Then, Chacha let out a shallow breath while pointing at a clause. "Uncle, are you the reason our mommy works double time? How could you make basic mistakes like this?"

"No wonder our mommy always has to work so hard," Second muttered.

"Our mommy is so nice," Chacha added, shaking her head as she started writing on the documents. "If this were Father Sir, you’d be looking for a new job."

"Uncle Silo is so lucky to meet Mommy and not our Father Sir."

"Lucky Uncle."

"Very lucky uncle."

"I hope he doesn’t meet our Father Sir. Otherwise, he’ll send you back to preschool," Chacha casually remarked, while Second nodded. "All expenses paid."

As they made all these comments, Silo’s face twitched in disbelief. Each word felt like a dagger straight to his wounded heart.

"Daddy’s so scary..." Chacha bit her tongue, then covered her mouth. "Oh, no! I called him..."

Second cautiously looked around, then leaned close to his sister. "Chacha, I think it’s alright. How is he going to know we’re breaking his punishment?"

Then, the twins turned to Silo, making him flinch.

DING!

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