The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345: That’s Weird

For a moment, even Lawrence was stunned by the words that had escaped his mouth. But the cat was already out of the bag, and there was no taking it back. A shallow breath left him, regret and weariness flickering in his eyes.

Lola wasn’t his, and he had carried that truth alone all these years. He knew Jasmine must have suspected, judging by the way he treated his daughter with Loren, but he had never said those words aloud to anyone. Maybe it was pride as a man. Maybe anger.

But Lola was not his, and he was certain of it.

Meanwhile, shock crossed Jasmine’s face as she covered her lips. Her eyes trembled faintly, but inside, she was smirking.

Of course I know, she thought. I made sure you’d never see her as your own.

Because Jasmine had been part of Loren and Lawrence’s marriage downfall. When she had claimed to be "pregnant" and told him the news, Lawrence had promised to take responsibility — to support the child — but he could never choose Jasmine over Loren, the woman he truly loved.

Back then, everything Lawrence had was Loren’s, and he was grateful for it. But that was when he was still a devoted husband, his heart belonged only to her. That was why Jasmine had to exert more effort, like tampering with the DNA test he’d taken to confirm Lola’s paternity, manipulating results so he would never see the truth.

It was how she protected her title, her life, and her daughter’s ambition — teaching Melissa to crave more than they already had.

Still, even as she became Mrs. Young, Lawrence had never said Lola was his. He didn’t deny it outright either, but his silence had spoken louder than words.

"The next time she pulls a stunt like this again, don’t hesitate to tell me," Lawrence said coldly, his gaze locking on Jasmine. "I’ve already given her Loren’s properties, as stated in Loren’s will. There’s nothing left between us now. She’s not mine, and I’ll stop caring for her as well."

He squeezed Jasmine’s hand. "I won’t protect her anymore. So, you don’t have to, either."

Jasmine’s eyes trembled faintly before softening. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him.

"Alright, then," she hummed softly, patting his back. "I understand... just how hard it must’ve been for you to carry this all these years."

Like a caring wife, she comforted him tenderly — saying exactly what he needed, exactly what he wanted to hear. Just as she had done years ago when she’d made him hers.

Lawrence melted into her embrace.

"I’m so glad to be back," he whispered, his hand resting on her back. "I’m sorry for worrying you."

Jasmine smiled. "It’s alright, my dear. I know you needed time. Although... I truly was worried."

They exchanged faint smiles. When they pulled apart, Jasmine gave him a gentle, encouraging nod.

"Let’s be there for Melissa," she murmured. "The event’s tomorrow, but I’m sure seeing us before the party will put her at ease."

Smiling back, Lawrence nodded. "Of course."

*****

Meanwhile...

Lola and Slater, along with the entire squad assigned to "make her look good," were working on the renovation of Loren’s garden. Atlas had already hired professional workers for the project, but Lola had asked the men to help anyway — partly to keep them busy, partly because she enjoyed the work.

She didn’t actually need to come until the renovation was finished, but since she wanted to help with the garden herself, she’d made time today.

"Sis, I didn’t know you liked plants," Slater said in awe, dressed like he was heading to farm an entire field instead of planting flowers. "You don’t look like the type."

"Slater," she deadpanned. "What do you think people who like plants look like?"

"Sophisticated?"

It’s not about what he did, she thought. It’s about what he hasn’t done — again.

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