The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 740

Chapter 740: Is He Dead?

Hours later in Anteca...

Penny sat on a bench in the hallway leading to Charles’s room. She closed her eyes and let out a deep exhale, but when she opened them again, a cup of hot chocolate was already being offered to her.

"Thanks," she whispered, taking it from her husband’s hand. When she met Zoren’s eyes, he gave her a small nod.

"They’ll be here soon," he said.

"I know," she replied softly, holding the cup as her hands trembled despite her effort to steady them. Zoren gently wrapped his hands around hers, earning only a faint smile in return. "It just... it reminded me of something."

And Zoren understood immediately.

Charles was never meant to live this long.

According to Penny, in their first lives, Charles had died while they were still in high school. He would have been in an accident—left paralyzed, clinging to life for a short while before eventually passing away.

"I still remember it," she whispered, staring into the cup. "The day we buried him."

And with that memory came another—one from when Penny had been much younger in that first life. A woman in a black veil and a young boy were looking at her from a distance while the burial was ongoing.

"I remember it more clearly than anything else," she continued. "Especially that empty look in that boy’s dark eyes."

An entire lifetime had passed since then. So much had changed. Penny had rewritten the story of her first, miserable life. She wasn’t incarcerated. She wasn’t hated by her brothers. She didn’t die for a crime she never committed.

In this life, she had something worth living for.

She had a successful career. She married a man who loved, adored, and cherished her. Together, they were raising four adorable children. Her relationship with her family had healed—stronger than she ever thought possible. She even had friends.

She had people who cared for her. She built a name for herself—one that could be respected or feared without the Pierson name attached to it. She got to watch her brothers find happiness and live better lives than before.

And yet, despite everything—despite the past feeling more like a bad dream now—this memory resurfaced without warning.

"Maybe it’s because I never thought I’d be in a hospital for this reason," she whispered, swallowing hard to suppress the fear climbing her throat. "Was it my fault?"

"Penny." Zoren placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently. "It’s not your fault."

She looked at him. "I know. But somehow... it feels like it is."

"If anyone should take the blame, it should be me," he said calmly. "I’m the one who put First Brother in that position."

"No," Penny shook her head. "First Brother took the Order for me. Not for you."

"For both of us," Zoren corrected. "So if you’re blaming yourself, then blame me too."

She bit her lip, the corners of her eyes reddening. Seeing the fear still lingering behind the strength she always showed the world, Zoren pulled her into his arms.

"It’s alright," he whispered, patting her back in a steady rhythm. "It’s going to be alright, Penny. Dad is fine. Everyone will be."

Her eyes softened as she rested her face against his shoulder. Their lives had changed, but the stakes were higher now. Penny had so much to lose.

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