The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436: That Makes Us Three

Lola knew she was miserable, but until last night, she had never truly realized how miserable she was. After all, she had always cherished the good days so much that she refused to dwell on the hardships she’d endured.

But as she stared out at the residence glowing so brightly it almost blinded her, she realized something else: she was happy too. That all of this — everything that had unraveled — had happened when she was at the height of her happiness and contentment.

She was happy, regardless.

And she wouldn’t be sorry about it. At the end of the day, Lola never hurt anyone deliberately or without reason. She retaliated when she had to, but never initiated conflict just to feel good.

"Daddy, it’s okay."

Chacha rose from her seat, reaching out her short little arms to pat her father’s hair. "There, there."

Atlas, cold and calm as always, shot her a side-eye. But he said nothing, allowing his daughter to "comfort" him before she returned to her pancake. When his gaze flicked toward Lola, she had to purse her lips to stop herself from laughing.

"Not funny," he said flatly.

"Didn’t say it was funny," she replied, trying to keep a straight face. "Right, Chacha? Second?"

The twins nodded eagerly, giggling.

Just before breakfast, Atlas had been trying to shoo the twins away for a quick moment of romance in the kitchen. Unfortunately, the twins either didn’t get the hint or refused to, clinging to Lola instead and demanding kisses of their own.

They couldn’t accept that Lola had kissed their father first. They were always the first ones, after all, and they weren’t about to lose that title.

In other words, Atlas’s plan had been ruined before it even started, leaving him with a slightly painful groin and two victorious children.

"Mommy, do you like the pancakes?" Second asked sweetly. "Chacha and I took the faculty’s bananas just to make them for you."

Lola frowned. "Pardon?"

Before the twins could explain, movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention. Everyone turned — Atlas and Lola included — and saw Slater dragging Penny by the back of her collar.

"What..." Lola trailed off when she noticed Penny’s mouth stuffed full of food, cheeks puffed like a squirrel’s. She turned to Slater, whose face was twisted in pure exasperation.

"What in the world is going on with you two this early in the morning?"

"Sis!" Slater roared, making Lola flinch even though she saw it coming.

He stopped a few steps away, spun Penny around, and jabbed a finger at her.

"Look what she did! This woman — scold her for me! She’s a lost cause!"

"What do you mean, a lost cause!? I’m not like that at all!" Penny shot back immediately.

"You’re right because you’re a thief!"

"..." Lola blinked, glancing between the bickering pair. "What?"

When she turned to Atlas, he simply sliced his pancake and said in a calm tone, "Penny probably found his snacks and ate them without permission."

"???" Lola’s brows furrowed. "That’s... it?"

"Sis, what do you mean that’s it?!" Slater’s face reddened, his voice rising. "Do you know how much I treasure my snacks and save them for special occasions?! She didn’t even eat them by accident! She woke up early just to find them!"

"That’s not true!" Penny gasped dramatically. "Third Brother, how could you accuse me like that? You once said you’d share your snacks with me — with or without your permission!"

Each line was louder than the last. Lola would have understood if this were about something serious, but snacks?

She blinked, half amused, half horrified, watching the grown siblings squabble like children.

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