Queen Mommy's Six Genius Babies Found the CEO Daddy-Chapter 131: A Discovery

"You think I look over thirty?"

Vivian’s voice cracked slightly, her smile stiffening.

Billy blinked innocently. "Auntie, are you saying you’re already over forty? Wow, you’ve really taken good care of yourself!"

Vivian froze. Her anger rose straight to her temples—there was nothing that infuriated her more than someone suggesting she looked old.

"Billy, that’s enough," Lucas warned.

"I’m not being rude, Daddy. I just came to bring you your coffee." Billy smiled sweetly, turning toward Vivian. "Here you go, Auntie Cooper—please enjoy!"

Vivian forced a polite smile, silently reminding herself he’s just a kid, he’s just a kid, he’s just a kid.

"Lucas," she said after a moment, regaining her composure, "I have to ask—you already have children this grown up? How come I never heard about them before?"

It was the question everyone wanted to know.

Everyone knew Lucas had kids—but no one knew when he and Sophia had started, or how it had all begun.

Lucas’ lips curved slightly. "Some things are written in the stars. Destiny."

"I heard you have six children," Vivian said. "Why just one with you today?"

Just as her voice fell, there came a soft knock on the door.

Charles entered, holding a tiny dessert plate. "Pretty lady, have some cake!"

Like his brother, he had those sharp blue eyes and perfectly curled lashes—but there was something extra sweet in the way he smiled.

If Billy was cheeky, Charles was pure charm.

"Thank you," Vivian said with a hint of warmth. "Your mommy must’ve raised you both very well."

"Eat more dessert, Auntie," Charles chirped. "This one’s a special flavor! I even got one for Mommy."

The small bear-shaped cake looked adorable—frosted in a light shade of green.

Vivian smiled faintly and took a bite.

The sweetness hit first—then her entire expression collapsed.

Her brows shot up, her eyes squinted, and she grabbed her coffee in panic.

Lucas stared, puzzled. "Vivian? What’s wrong?"

"W-wasabi!" she gasped between coughs. "There’s wasabi in here!"

The flavor burned her tongue—it wasn’t mild either, it was intense, deliberate.

She examined the cake, but there was no sign it had been tampered with.

Charles blinked innocently. "Auntie Cooper, don’t you like it? I picked the green one because I thought it looked delicious..."

Vivian forced a brittle smile. "No problem."

She drained her coffee in one go, desperate to kill the burn.

"Lucas," she said after a deep breath, "I think I’ve said everything I needed to say. I should—"

A sour smell spread subtly through the room.

Lucas discreetly covered his nose, while Billy clamped both hands over his face.

Completely unaware, Vivian kept talking. "You’re right. I can’t force my way into your life. If someday you two really do separate, maybe then I’ll show up again. Anyway, I’ll be leaving for now. I’ll drop by another time."

She turned gracefully, utterly oblivious to the awkward silence.

"I’ll walk you out," Lucas said, standing up—though he made sure to keep a very safe distance.

Vivian arched a brow. "You say you’ll walk me out, yet you’re standing all the way over there? What’s that supposed to mean? Forget it—judging by that unwilling face of yours, I’ll just go myself. Goodbye."

She turned toward the door with a forced smile—but before she could take two steps, Dustin and Eric burst in, colliding straight into her.

"Ah!"

The boys froze as the pencils in their hands went flying, the graphite dust spilling all over her pristine designer dress.

Vivian’s face darkened immediately.

"Oh no! Auntie, are you okay?" Dustin gasped, feigning panic.

"I’m fine," she snapped through gritted teeth. "Just—watch where you’re going next time."

But before she could take a breath, Eric blinked at her innocently and blurted out, "Auntie, your breath smells really bad!"

Vivian froze. "My... what?"

Her hand flew to her lips. She exhaled into her palm—then her eyes widened in horror. The awful mix hit her like a punch to the face. Without another word, she spun on her heels and ran off toward the hallway.

Faye, who hadn’t even had the chance to play her part, pouted from the corner.

"That’s not how it was supposed to go..."

...

Inside the office, Lucas crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at the lineup of guilty-looking children.

"Did you all do something?"

Six heads shook in perfect sync.

"Daddy, what do you mean? We didn’t do anything!"

Lucas sighed. "Tell the truth now. Who taught you this? Be honest, and I’ll go easy. Lie, and it’ll get worse."

The kids looked at each other nervously until Angela stepped forward.

"Daddy, don’t be mad. We just wanted her to leave early. It was my idea."

Lucas’s expression softened slightly. He would never truly scold his daughter.

Still, he said sternly, "You can’t do that again. No matter what she’s like, that woman once helped me. We don’t repay kindness with tricks. Understand?"

"Daddy," Angela protested, puffing her cheeks, "she has bad intentions! We’re just protecting you. We can’t let any of those fake, clingy women get near you!"

Lucas couldn’t help but laugh. "So you were all defending Mommy, huh?"

Six little heads nodded vigorously.

"Well," he said with a smile, "if you really want to protect our love, maybe you should focus on cutting off Mommy’s admirers instead. Lately, there’ve been plenty—and they’re all top-notch."

The kids went silent. That wasn’t part of the plan.

Lucas chuckled but then glanced toward the small box sitting on his desk—the one Damien had given Sophia a few days ago.

She’d brushed it off, saying there was nothing strange about it.

But jealousy had gotten the better of him, and he’d kept it.

He picked it up absentmindedly, running his thumb over the lid—until it slipped from his hand and hit the floor.

The cotton lining came loose, revealing a faint line of handwriting beneath it.

July 28 — Don’t go outside.

Lucas’s eyes narrowed.

What the hell did that mean?

Was Damien warning Sophia about something... or threatening her?

"Daddy, what are you looking at?"

Faye tiptoed closer, trying to peek.

Lucas quickly snapped the box shut. "Nothing. We’ll wait until Mommy gets home tonight."

He set it aside, his gaze dark and unreadable.