The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Hope Is A Dream That Doesn’t Sleep

Lola had always been a dreamer... or so others had told her. Even Loren, Lola’s mother, once said that in passing, with good intentions.

Her exact words were, "I would love to see the world through your eyes."

Because Lola used to dream big. Even as a child, she always dreamed and hoped for good things. She had always been so positive, and unlike now, she was filled with hope, confidence, and aspirations. In her young mind, she always repeated one saying she had heard:

"Hope is a dream that doesn’t sleep."

Perhaps that was why, even in her darkest days, she was able to produce something that touched people’s hearts. Even in the worst days of her life, she could bring something out—something she didn’t have in the first place: warmth, kindness, and meaning.

But lately, she wondered if being a dreamer was something she had unknowingly taken too seriously.

Why? Because, for some reason, she was starting to dream with her eyes open, and briefly, she believed in those dreams.

Standing a few paces from the empty benches, a soft wind blew past her from the east. Her gaze remained fixed, her lips parting ever so slightly.

"Did I just imagine... everything?" she wondered to herself, laughing. "No way."

Still, when she looked around once more and didn’t see the twins, or Atlas, or even Slater, her heart clenched. A quiet sense of dread crawled up her spine, its sharp claws reaching for her heart.

Everyone around her was moving, doing something, while she stood there motionless like a lost child left all alone without knowing why.

Soon, fear settled in her heart.

"He said... they’ll wait for me," she whispered, swallowing the tension building in her throat. Her lips pressed into a thin line, trying to calm herself. Yet, she could only think of one thing.

This was what she truly feared the most: being too complacent and used to their company, that once they left... she would be left alone. After all, Atlas, Slater, Chacha, and Second were family; the blood running in them was the same.

So, if one left, all of them would.

Lola? She would be left alone. In this situation, she was an outsider.

Don’t think about it, Lola. Don’t entertain such thoughts. I’m sure they probably just went to the bathroom.

Slowly, she balled her hands into tight fists and looked around once more, this time with the intention of finding them.

"He promised," she whispered. "He promised me..."

Your own father promised you many things, but all of them were broken. What makes you think a stranger will keep his when your own father can’t even look at you?

Lola’s breath hitched as she heard her own voice sneering in her head. The corners of her mouth curved down, her fist trembling as she tried to shake off such intrusive thoughts.

"Atlas... is not like that..." she muttered, lowering her gaze. "... or was he?"

Just as Lola’s thoughts began wavering, she heard familiar voices from the side.

"Mommy!"

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