The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177: No Need To Sully Your Hands

Lola didn’t plan to visit the chairman today, but he had called for her. The chairman was already old, and to be fair, she wanted to see him as much as possible, even if it was only once a week. Letting him know she was around, or giving him some proof of life, would surely lessen the burden he carried.

Skipping along the driveway toward the front door of the residence, Lola suddenly halted.

HONK! HONK!

"Huh?" She looked back, only to see a car racing straight toward her.

Her breath hitched as her face paled in an instant, an old memory flashing through her mind. Before she could even think, her body moved on its own. She leapt aside just in time as the car drifted and screeched to a stop.

"What in the..." she trailed off, snapping out of her shock, her wide eyes shifting to the car.

The backseat door opened, and Derek stepped out. Lola’s face immediately scrunched up bitterly.

"Are you trying to kill me?" she scoffed, only to be met with his glare.

"That’s what I should be asking you—are you trying to kill me?!" he barked from behind the open door, sticking his leg out, a bulky short cast strapped around his shin. "Look what your children did to me! Your son broke my shin!"

"Hah!" Lola jeered, running her tongue along her inner cheek. "A kid broke your shin?"

Derek slammed the door shut and limped toward her with the aid of a crutch. When he stopped in front of her, he jabbed a finger at his injury.

"Take a look! Do you think this isn’t serious? See?! How could they assault someone like this? Is this what you’ve been teaching your children—hah!"

Lola’s face darkened, her chin lifting. "That’s right, Derek. That’s exactly what I’m teaching my children—to fight back against bullies like you."

"Bully—hah! Wow! I’m speechless!" Derek laughed in disbelief. Lola had been the biggest bully in his life, yet here she was, flipping the accusation. He was so angry that he couldn’t even bring himself to throw his usual insults at her face. "Lola Young, don’t think I don’t know you’ve been living in that place—"

"Derek."

Travis’s voice rang from the front door, cutting him off. Both Lola and Derek turned to look.

Travis huffed faintly but sharply, his expression solemn and displeased. Striding toward them, his sharp eyes locked on Derek. He glanced at the injured shin, then met Derek’s gaze.

"Derek, the chairman has been waiting," he said flatly. "Go now. He’s already in a terrible mood."

"Tch. Do you think you’re my dad?" Derek hissed, then threw Lola one last glare. "Lola, I’m telling you—raise your kids however you want, but you’d better fix what you did to Melissa. Otherwise, you’ll regret ever messing with her again."

Lola’s hand curled into a fist as she stepped forward. "How about I teach you a lesson right now—" She raised her foot, but Travis quickly stepped between them.

"Lola." He shook his head, looking her in the eye. "Just let him go."

She clicked her tongue, eyes flashing daggers at Derek. Derek, smug, sneered. "See? Tch." With a roll of his eyes, he limped off toward the residence.

When he was gone, Lola jerked her arm free from Travis.

"That fool... how can he be so backward?" she muttered sourly. "Now he’s even blaming children for his injury."

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