The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277: With Me

"How do I live better?"

Atlas opened his mouth but closed it again. He held Lola’s gaze, watching her look away as she wiped her eyes with her arm. She had been trying not to cry, but the tears kept coming anyway.

"Damn it," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Shit."

He reached out, then paused midway and curled his hand into a tight fist. Maybe he should’ve listened to Slater’s endless chatter about sympathy, about how to console someone. Slater had even joked about making Lola cry just so Atlas could step in and comfort her. He would’ve known what to do to make her stop, instead of just standing there like a statue.

"Anyway." Lola cleared her throat and let out a sharp huff. "I understand now why you exhumed the body. I’m not saying I’m not upset, but if it’s true that that night was you, then... I guess you had the right to check, since you could’ve been the father."

She forced a smile, her eyes still fixed on the grave. "Right?"

Atlas said nothing. She didn’t expect him to.

"Damn." A bitter laugh escaped her as she raked her hand through her hair. "I finally got the answer to who could’ve been with me that night. And now, I have another question waiting for me. This shit’s never going to end, is it?"

Lola ruffled her hair and pushed herself up. Once standing, she faced him with a smile, but no words followed. Instead, she turned to leave.

This was exhausting.

"Don’t you have any other questions?" he asked, making her stop mid-step.

She chuckled softly, glancing back. "Honestly? I don’t even know what to feel. Aside from wanting to drive straight back to Vito and strangle him myself for opening this Pandora box. This all started because of him."

"I’m okay, Atlas." She nodded, her smile forced. "I’m used to life slapping me left and right. It’s not the first curveball life threw at me, and it won’t be the last. I’m strong. I might break a little, but... I can take it."

Her smile widened as she resumed walking. But after only a few steps, a hand caught her wrist.

Lola froze, looking down at his grip before meeting his eyes. His expression remained calm, but his gaze flickered with worry.

"I’m fine," she reassured softly. "Really. I’m just pissed, but not at you." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"I am not."

Her brows rose. She studied his unreadable face, but before she could question him, he continued.

"I’m sad," he said, voice flat as ever. "I need company. And I’d prefer it be you. Also, I’m hungry."

Lola blinked, then let out a small laugh through her sniffles. "You need acting lessons. You’ve got a superstar at your disposal. Why not let him teach you?"

Atlas pressed his lips into a thin line, unbothered by her jab. Slowly, he slid his grip from her wrist to her hand, then pulled her gently into his arms. Wrapping her against his chest, he patted her back.

"I’m not okay," he murmured, still patting her as if it were her breakdown instead of his. "I feel like crying some more. Maybe saying bitter things because that’s all I know how to do."

Her lips quivered as she clutched at his back, burying her face in his chest. His words sounded more like recited lines than heartfelt sentiment, but she knew. Deep inside, he was only saying aloud the things she couldn’t.

He was right. She wasn’t okay—not really. But with him, somehow, it felt bearable.

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