The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 426

Chapter 426: Why Did You Open Your Eyes

Melissa’s entire body trembled; her hand clamped over her mouth as though holding in a scream. Her back pressed hard against the wall at the end of the hallway, the cool surface biting through her clothes. Her wide, red eyes stared blankly ahead.

She had followed Atlas. She only wanted to know what he was doing here. But instead, she had stepped on a landmine—a landmine that would detonate the moment she lifted her foot.

What... what does that mean?

Her mind raced, a hurricane of confusion in her heart, even though she had heard every word clearly.

Lola is... Mom is not my mom? But my mother was... Loren Albert?

How could anyone process that?

All her life, Melissa recognized Jasmine as her mother—the woman who raised her, scolded her, and guided her through every misstep. She loved Jasmine from the bottom of her heart. Her mother wasn’t perfect, but she was there. She was good, in her own way. Jasmine might have been strict, might have pushed Melissa too hard, but Melissa had always understood that it came from a place of love... or so she thought.

Now, the pieces fit together.

At last, she understood the reason Jasmine kept pushing her to be perfect—why she demanded Melissa to outshine everyone, to be flawless, to never falter.

It was because Jasmine knew.

She knew that Melissa wasn’t Lawrence’s daughter. But as it turns out, her daughter was Lola and not her.

Her lips quivered, a tear spilling down her cheek before she even noticed it. Anger began to burn within her. The kind of anger she had never felt before.

Why?

Even if Jasmine had raised her with care, Melissa had still lived her entire life branded with a title she never deserved: the mistress’s daughter. That ugly title clung to her like a curse, like a mark she could never wash off. It was the reason the women in the Lancaster family circles mocked her behind their painted smiles. It was why she had to work twice as hard, fight twice as fiercely, just to earn a sliver of respect.

And now, after all those years, she finally understood.

"It’s all her fault," Melissa muttered under her breath, voice shaking. "It’s her who ruined my life..."

The words left her lips in a whisper, but they cut through the silence like a blade.

When Melissa returned to her father’s ward, she was quieter than ever. She sat by his bedside, her small hands clutching his frail one, eyes locked on the face she had missed so much. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Daddy," she whispered, her voice breaking. "People played God with my life—with ours."

She brushed a strand of hair off her face and looked at him again, guilt and sorrow swirling in her chest.

If Jasmine hadn’t stepped into their lives, things would’ve been different. She would’ve been the rightful heiress—the Young-Albert daughter—respected, adored, and envied. Instead, she had grown up living in the shadow of a lie.

Even Lola, with all her temper and pride, had still been treated like a real Young. People looked at her with admiration, sympathy even. But Melissa? She was just "the other daughter." The one born from scandal. The one everyone whispered about.

Had she not been forced to become what she was, those same people would have trampled her.

And now, after everything, everyone saw Lola as the victim, while Melissa was painted as the villain.

Her jaw tightened. She squeezed her father’s hand harder, the anger threatening to consume her.

"What should I do, Dad?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "I’m so angry... I don’t know what to do."

Her eyes filled with tears, falling one after another onto his hand. But then, something moved.

Her breath hitched as she felt a faint twitch beneath her palm. She froze, staring down in disbelief.

"Dad?" she called softly. Her eyes widened as Lawrence’s fingers curled faintly against hers.

Then, slowly, his eyelids fluttered.

"Dad?!" she cried, leaning over him, heart pounding.

Lawrence’s lashes lifted slowly, his unfocused gaze drifting before it landed on her.

All the noise in Melissa’s head vanished at that second. Her thoughts went blank, her anger drowned out by an overwhelming rush of relief.

"Dad..." she sobbed, her lips breaking into a trembling smile as tears streamed freely down her cheeks. "You’re awake."

*****

What’s going on? Did he—

Is he dead?

"I’m sorry."

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