The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 476

Chapter 476: The Only Justice He Could Offer

"I know, Justin, I know," Derek huffed languidly as he pulled into a parking space. "God. Why do you keep nagging — I am okay! I am okay! Stop pestering me!"

"I’m just worried — Aunt Celestine too!"

Derek clicked his tongue, ruffling his hair in irritation. He understood Justin’s nagging and Celestine’s concern about his well-being. After all, when Derek found out who had saved him, he had spiraled into a depressive state.

But not the type of episode where he drowned himself in sorrow or alcohol. If anything, he had grown more determined and worked harder than before. Instead of alcohol, he drowned himself in workload — enough to concern Celestine all over again.

"Just where are you, by the way?" Justin asked, his voice laced with annoyance. "I came to your place to pick you up. Aunt Celestine wants you to have dinner at her place."

Derek’s expression soured. "Why does she keep asking you to pick me up? I can drive myself there."

"Tell me about it." Justin clicked his tongue, walking out of Derek’s empty villa. "So? Where are you?"

Derek didn’t answer immediately. He stared through the windshield at the hospital entrance ahead of him.

"Just going to check on something," he said. Without waiting for Justin’s response, he hung up. He stepped out of the car, fixing his eyes on the hospital where Lawrence was admitted.

Ever since Lawrence’s "accident," which turned out to be an attempted murder, Derek had never visited him. He heard updates now and then, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He couldn’t deny the goosebumps he felt when he heard the case was now being treated as attempted murder, though.

Never in his wildest imagination did he think Jasmine would do that to her own husband. And of course, the Lancasters couldn’t stop gossiping about it. Only Celestine and the chairman kept them from saying anything in front of him. Still, he knew they were talking — he would catch snippets or overhear pieces of conversation in their small world.

But tonight, he planned to meet Lawrence.

Not out of concern — only to check if Lola had visited him... or if Lawrence knew how Derek could reach her. He had already tried asking Aileen, but she’d rather hang herself than tell him anything about Lola. He reached out to her other friends and managed to contact Amala.

Naturally, Amala shut him down and warned him to stay away.

But Derek couldn’t give up. He needed to talk to Lola — maybe to apologize, maybe to fix what he broke. He wasn’t sure. And with no options left, Lawrence was his last resort.

His heart steeled with determination as he entered the hospital. Once he got Lawrence’s room number from the reception desk, he walked straight there. But just as he turned down the hallway, he paused, catching sight of a patient dragging his IV as he turned the corner toward the far end of the hall.

"Huh?" Derek frowned, studying the patient’s silhouette. "Isn’t that... Melissa’s dad?"

Why was he wandering alone?

Curious and uneasy, Derek followed. He stopped briefly in front of the ward he’d been told Lawrence was in. When he peered inside and saw the room empty — aside from an empty plate on the bedside table — he turned and followed the direction Lawrence had taken.

"It’s him... isn’t it?" Derek muttered under his breath as he dragged his feet after the man.

When he reached the end of the hallway, Lawrence paused by the fire exit. Deep lines formed on his face as he stared at the stairs leading down... and the stairs leading up.

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