The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Best Daddy Ever!

"Thank you."

Lola’s soft smile shone through despite the rest of her disguise.

Thank you for letting me look after your kids—for being once neglectful, which opened an opportunity for me to be a temporary guardian of your adorable children. And... for giving me a chance to have closure of my own. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

But Lola didn’t say all of that as she rose from her seat. She looked at the twins one last time, waved at them, and kept a wide smile before she walked away.

Step by step, her heart felt heavier. However, she didn’t stop, nor did she look back.

Lola left, feeding herself with logic and common sense. Three days shouldn’t be enough to make her feel so reluctant to leave the twins. And she should’ve held back, even just a little.

But alas, only now did she realize she hadn’t really held back in opening her heart to those adorable angels. She let them in with open arms, despite knowing she was setting herself up for heartbreak. Because right now, it felt like leaving two big pieces of her heart behind.

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Meanwhile, as Lola strode off, the twins tilted their heads to the side.

"Is Mommy sad?" Chacha wondered. "Should we go after her?"

"Maybe she’s sad because she still has to work, and we don’t," Second shrugged, turning his head to his sister. "I’d cry too if I had to work and everyone else wasn’t. It’s not fair."

"Oh... you’re right." Chacha nodded before rubbing her chin. "It’s not fair—hmm..."

While the twins were talking, their father quietly took something out of his pocket.

"Father Sir—"

Thump.

Before the twins could say anything, their father put a flash drive on the table and slid it across the surface until it was in front of them. The twins blinked, then lifted their eyes to their father. Their lips began to quiver as they immediately guessed what it was all about.

"It’s a soft copy of your appeal," he said, his voice cold as ice. "Stop calling me ’Father Sir’ since I haven’t approved the appeal yet. Send it back to me once you’ve found and corrected the three typos you made. Then, we’ll talk."

The twins watched their father casually lean back in his seat, like a king seated on a throne. Chacha and Second pressed their lips together before pouting.

"Three typos?" Second sighed. "But we checked it."

"How many times?"

"One!" Chacha chimed in.

"Do two next time," their father coolly returned. "Remember this when you decide to write up an appeal or proposal instead of just asking."

The twins sighed heavily. "Okay..."

After a second, they looked up at him, then crawled onto their seats to their father. Chacha even took it a step further, crawling over him to reach his other side. Once they sandwiched him, they tilted their heads until they were hovering in front of the fish mask.

Second fluttered his eyelashes adorably as he asked, "Daddy, if we finish the appeal, will you approve it?"

"Approve it, please~?" Chacha hummed. "Let’s take Mommy home, please?"

Behind the mask, Atlas deadpanned as he darted his eyes at the bubbly faces before him. "Can’t."

DING!

Four hours later...

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