The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 253

Chapter 253: Atlas’ Dilemma

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"If that is all, leave." Atlas’s flat voice echoed quietly in the office, directed at Allen without him looking up from the documents he was signing. "Those papers will not reach the desk by themselves."

Allen rocked his head and turned on his heel, only to pause and face his boss again. "Sir, are you and Miss Young really in a relationship?"

"I told you we’re not."

"You told your brother, not me."

Atlas’s pen stopped mid-signature. At last, he looked up at his assistant. He said nothing, finished his signature, then leaned back in his chair.

"Yes," he admitted the moment his eyes met Allen’s. "She is my lover now. And yes, we’re going to get married. All I need is for her to agree."

Allen’s face twitched. "You sound really sure about it," he blurted, only to see his boss smirk subtly.

Of course, Atlas was sure. He was always confident.

Allen exhaled shallowly, making Atlas raise his brows.

"Why are you sighing?" Atlas tilted his head. "Is it about Scarlet?"

"No — ahem!" Allen cleared his throat, spotted a rolling stool the twins had left behind, and dragged it to the desk. Sitting down, he leaned his arms against the edge. Atlas narrowed his eyes.

This had never happened before.

"Sir, don’t you think it’s a little... soon?" Allen hummed. His boss’s mouth curved down. "What I mean is, does she know she is possibly the twins’ mother?"

The moment those words left his mouth, Atlas’s brows knit together. Allen tilted his head, certain he’d finally gotten his boss’s attention.

"Miss Lola may like you—like everyone does at first sight, before your attitude turns them off. But there are still a lot of things to discuss between you two, right? For instance, you claim she’s the twins’ mother even though the DNA test says otherwise," Allen pressed. "And then you exhumed her son’s grave. Even though the DNA results said the child buried there wasn’t hers—still, in her heart, that’s her kid."

Allen slid his arms further onto the desk. "You might not realize it, since half of your heart is made of steel, but these are important—deeply personal things."

"Assuming your claim is true, and someone tampered with the DNA results, sir... what do you expect when you tell her about that night?" His voice softened with concern. "For the past five... no, six years, she believed she lost her child. She’s grieved all this time. How do you think she’ll feel when she learns everything she’s believed for six years was a lie?"

"And not to mention, she doesn’t seem to remember that night with you," Allen added carefully. "If she doesn’t remember... is it possible she even consented?"

"She initiated it. She wanted it." Atlas’s face darkened. "Do not insinuate that I defiled a vulnerable woman against her will."

"That’s not what I’m saying, sir." Allen pressed his lips together. "But not everyone is like you, your siblings, or your brother-in-law. Miss Lola is... normal, like the rest of us. She’s not going to jump for joy the moment you tell her all this."

And that was a compliment, because Allen knew the Bennets’ way of life was strange and twisted.

A silence stretched between them as Atlas studied Allen’s face. He could tell his assistant spoke out of genuine concern.

"What are you truly implying, Allen?" Atlas asked solemnly. "That I should keep it from her?"

[It might not affect you much, but it will affect Miss Lola... especially the twins.]

Thump... thump... thump...

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