The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 435

Chapter 435: Kids, Get Out Of Here

[Flashback]

"How is it, Mom?" the young Lola looked at Loren with twinkling eyes, smiling eagerly as she waited for her mother’s reaction.

Loren simply raised her brows, tasting the chocolates Lola had baked. After a second, a soft chuckle escaped her.

"It’s good," she whispered, laughing when Lola squealed with delight.

"Really!?" Lola asked, eyes wide. "Does it really taste good?"

Loren nodded, smirking playfully. "Would I say it’s bad and let you embarrass yourself in front of your crush?"

"Hihihi." Lola giggled, her cheeks turning pink at the thought. "He will like it... or maybe not?"

"Lola, dear, he would love it," Loren stressed each word, pausing to take a shallow breath. "And if he doesn’t, that’s his problem. He’d be missing out if he didn’t even taste it."

Lola smiled faintly as she looked down at the chocolates again. A flicker of doubt crossed her mind.

"He has a lot of admirers," she murmured. "I’m not even sure if I should give it to him."

Loren studied the worry in her daughter’s eyes and chuckled softly. She reached out, touching Lola’s cheek with her frail, withered hand. When their eyes met, Loren’s gaze softened into something warm and knowing.

"Just do it," she encouraged gently. "Whether he accepts it or not doesn’t matter. You did your best and baked the most delicious chocolate a girl your age could make. There’s no shame in trying."

Lola’s eyes glimmered at her mother’s words. She pressed her lips together and nodded.

Growing up, she learned a lot from Loren — lessons she carried into adulthood. One of them was the importance of trying. As long as Lola tried, there was no shame in failing. Because by trying, she was already one step ahead of those who never did.

So all her life, Lola just kept trying. There was nothing to lose if she kept moving forward.

And now, that memory — her mother’s words, her laughter, the warmth of those moments — left a bitter taste in her mouth. Loren’s wisdom had helped shape who Lola was. Yet, remembering it now only reminded her of how much she’d lost.

*****

Lola’s eyes shot open as if she hadn’t been asleep at all. Staring at the ceiling, a faint look of dread crept across her face.

She had a dream — about Loren, about their life together — but that wasn’t what startled her awake. What jolted her was a fleeting memory from the night before.

"Did I just tell them this isn’t my first life?" She whispered, whipping her head toward the other side of the bed. To her relief, Atlas wasn’t there.

A heavy sigh escaped her as she sat up. Her head throbbed slightly, but not enough to bother her.

Lola had a complicated relationship with alcohol. It wasn’t that she got drunk easily. In fact, it was the opposite. No matter how much she drank, she rarely got drunk. She might get tipsy, sure, but she’d sober up quickly.

Last night, though, she hadn’t even drunk that much. She’d only been tipsy. But the emotions she’d carried — exhaustion, anger, grief — must have forced her body to shut down.

"No." She frowned, shaking her head. "That’s not what I said."

She nodded to herself reassuringly. "And even if I did, it’s not like they’d believe me, right?"

Most likely, they’d just laugh it off as drunken rambling. Or maybe they’d think she was talking about something else — about how she’d clawed her way out of Vito’s control, about how she’d rebuilt herself.

"Right," she muttered. "No need to dwell on something so trivial."

Turning her gaze to the window, she blinked at the soft morning light pouring through.

A shallow breath escaped her.

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