The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!

Time had passed for everyone, especially for Lola and the twins.

Idling in the living area of the presidential suite they'd been staying in, Silo looked around cautiously. In his arms was a file he had redone. Seeing that Lola wasn't around, he shot the twins a look.

"Hey," he cleared his throat as he tiptoed his way over to the twins. As he knelt beside them, he asked, "Where's Lola?"

Second blinked. "Mommy's in the kitchen, preparing us breakfast."

"We want to prepare Mommy's breakfast, but she told us she wants to cook for us."

Silo's brows rose as he glanced in the direction of the kitchen.

"She's cooking?" he whispered to himself, before shaking his head. That didn't matter for now. It wasn't that Lola couldn't cook, but she usually only cooked for herself and not for others. Even Silo had never eaten any of her cooking.

"Ahem! Twins," he cleared his throat and faced them, watching as they tilted their little heads to the side. "You see… I checked your work before, and I did as you corrected. Want to take a look at it?"

Second and Chacha looked at each other for a second. When their round eyes landed on Silo, the corners of their mouths stretched from ear to ear.

"Mhm!" they hummed cheerfully, prompting Silo to spread the documents for them to check.

It wasn't like he needed to follow their advice. After all, Lola had already pointed out the things the twins had corrected. However, Silo was still curious. He knew the twins had caught what Lola had caught on those documents before, but he wanted to see it for himself.

To see was to believe, after all.

Besides, I already sent Lola the soft copy of the revised proposal, he thought, eyes on the twins. And I added a few mistakes here and there. They won't spot it, will they?

But just as the thought crossed his mind, Chacha and Second carefully picked up the pen. Silo gulped, feeling like he was watching his professor read his thesis.

Why do I feel so nervous?

Suddenly, Chacha frowned. Instead of writing something on the page, she turned to Silo. Second also looked at him with slight disappointment.

"Wha—what?" Silo stuttered, his eyes darting nervously between the little buns. "Did I—Did I do something wrong?"

"Uncle, did you do this?" Second asked, his frown deepening.

Then, Chacha let out a shallow breath while pointing at a clause. "Uncle, are you the reason our mommy works double time? How could you make basic mistakes like this?"

"No wonder our mommy always has to work so hard," Second muttered.

"Our mommy is so nice," Chacha added, shaking her head as she started writing on the documents. "If this were Father Sir, you'd be looking for a new job."

"Uncle Silo is so lucky to meet Mommy and not our Father Sir."

"Lucky Uncle."

"Very lucky uncle."

"I hope he doesn't meet our Father Sir. Otherwise, he'll send you back to preschool," Chacha casually remarked, while Second nodded. "All expenses paid."

As they made all these comments, Silo's face twitched in disbelief. Each word felt like a dagger straight to his wounded heart.

"Daddy's so scary…" Chacha bit her tongue, then covered her mouth. "Oh, no! I called him…"

Second cautiously looked around, then leaned close to his sister. "Chacha, I think it's alright. How is he going to know we're breaking his punishment?"

Then, the twins turned to Silo, making him flinch.

"Uncle, please keep that a secret, okay?"

"Secret, what?!" Silo blurted out, only to earn a giggle from the twins.

"Hihi. It's a good thing Uncle Silo is silly," Second chuckled, making Chacha sigh in relief. "Chacha, I think Uncle Silo has a goldfish memory. Let's pretend he didn't hear."

"..." Silo opened and closed his mouth while listening to the twins talk about him. "Hey, I can hear you, you know?"

But the twins just ignored him and kept writing on the papers. Minutes later, they slid the papers back to him while playing with their pens. Instead of saying anything more, they rose to their little feet and patted his head.

"That's alright, Uncle Silo," Second comforted him. "Try and try, you're still young."

"There's still room for improvement," Chacha added. "There, there."

Silo's shoulders slumped as he looked up at the twins in defeat. His mouth quivered slightly, and the corners of his eyes reddened. Nothing was wrong with being comforted by kids, but what made him feel so helpless was that the twins believed his deliberate mistakes in the drafts weren't intentional.

"I can do better!" he blurted out, on the verge of tears, only to hear them say,

"We know you can, Uncle." Second nodded, followed by Chacha's motivational, "We believe in you, Uncle."

Yet, the look in their eyes said otherwise!

****

In the kitchen, Lola smiled in satisfaction as she stared at the cute presentation she had made for the twins' breakfast.

DING!

Her brows rose slightly as she felt her phone in her apron ring. Checking who it was, the smile on her face faltered.

It was a message from the twins' father. It read:

[Meet me at Lion Square tomorrow at six in the evening.]

Lola pursed her lips as sadness flickered in her eyes while reading the message. She almost forgot her limited time with the twins. Time had passed so quickly, and tomorrow, their father would finally pick them up.

Another deep breath escaped her. "It's not like I didn't know they're not mine." Her eyes drifted to the breakfast she had made for them, forcing herself to smile.

DING!

Thinking the twins' father had sent her another message, Lola mindlessly checked her phone again. To her surprise, the message wasn't from him, but from someone she knew.

[Hey there, Taz! Director Sarian found out that you're in Novera, and he wants you to attend the casting for The Angel's Revenge. He said if anyone could choose the cast well, it's the creator of the work! He'd love it if you could meet him tomorrow!]

Lola stared at the screen and let out a shallow breath. Thinking of the director, who would adapt her work into live action, Lola smacked her lips and nodded.

She replied, [Sure. Send me the address. I'll do my best to come.]

DING!

[Lion Square! Five PM tomorrow!]

Lola read the place and time, tilting her head to the side.

"Tomorrow at Lion Square…" she trailed off, realizing that was also where she would drop the twins off with their father. But just before she could respond, another "ding" rang in the air as the same person sent her a list of the people who were auditioning for the roles. 

One of them? Melissa Young.

"Oh?" The corners of her lips curled up into a smirk. "That's interesting."