Queen Mommy's Six Genius Babies Found the CEO Daddy-Chapter 115: Can’t Lie?

"You choose... her to live?"

Owen’s voice dropped low, disbelief tightening every syllable. "That shouldn’t be possible..."

Lucas’s reply was cold, cutting through the tension like steel. "Let her go. You came for me — she has nothing to do with this."

"Lucas, are you insane?" Sophia gasped, eyes wide.

"When I chased you down and brought you home, I made a decision," Lucas said, gaze locked on her. "From that moment, there could only ever be one lady of the Hilton family — and that is you. I hate trouble. But for you? It stopped mattering."

His voice softened, just slightly — a rare confession only she would ever hear.

"And you should know... I never let people close. I never wanted a weakness."

Because once you had a weakness, enemies would find it — and strike.

Yet somehow... he didn’t just have one weakness now.

He had seven — Sophia, and the six children.

Lucas looked back at Owen and lifted both hands slowly. "Didn’t you want me? I’m right here. Let her go."

"Oh, how touching," Owen sneered. "The mighty Lucas Hilton, bowing his head for a woman!"

He laughed, high and sharp, the sound twisted with madness.

"You want me to let her go? Fine. Kneel. Beg me — and I’ll release her."

He pulled out his phone, turning the camera on. "Go on, I’m recording. Make it precious."

Lucas’s jaw tightened, fists clenched so hard veins stood out along his forearms.

"Hurry!" Owen barked. "Or I’ll cut her throat right now!"

The blade reappeared at Sophia’s neck. She drew in a careful breath —

Then the knife sliced again.

Blood beaded and rolled down her skin.

"Sophia!" Lucas’s voice cracked.

"Kneel or she dies!" Owen screamed, unhinged.

Around the junkyard, black rifle barrels silently rose — all aimed at Owen’s skull.

And Lucas — the proud, untouchable CEO — began to lower himself to the ground.

Owen’s laugh echoed off the rusted metal and concrete.

"Look! The great Lucas Hilton, brought to his knees for a woman!"

"Enough."

Sophia’s voice finally cut through the chaos — calm, steady.

"Oh? Miss Morgan has something to say?" Owen flipped the camera toward her. "Go on. Enlighten us."

Her gaze locked on Lucas, unwavering.

"If you want," she said quietly, "I can stop being the woman you need."

"I don’t want that." Lucas answered instantly, without hesitation.

Sophia lifted her head, staring up at the sky — breathing in strength. Then she lowered her gaze again.

"Owen," she said, voice like steel, "you lost."

"Lost?" He snorted. "I make the rules. I decide who wins here."

"You want to cheat?" Her tone dropped, lethal calm.

He smirked. "And what will you do? Hit me?"

"Not hit," she whispered. "Break."

In the very next heartbeat —

Sophia moved.

Lightning-fast — twisting away from his blade, swinging her leg, slamming him into the ground.

Two seconds. That was all.

Owen stared up at her, stunned, pain flashing across his face.

"You... how—"

"Villains really do die from talking too much," she sighed. "You practically begged me to hit you. Did it feel good?"

Her hand clamped hard on his shoulder — fingers digging right into a pressure point — and with a sharp twist—

Crack.

"Ah—!" Owen’s scream broke through the yard as his arm dislocated.

"Boss!" his men shouted, rushing forward.

But before they could take a step —

BANG!

A bullet punched into the ground right in front of them.

Lucas was already there, grabbing Sophia and pulling her up.

"We’re leaving."

"No! He knocked me out and I only dislocated one of his arm — that’s not fair—"

"Sweetheart," Lucas muttered through his teeth, hooking an arm around her waist and hauling her close. "Not now."

She huffed, but didn’t fight him when he lifted her away.

Owen would be handled — Lucas’s people were everywhere.

In the shadows, Billy lifted two fingers — the silent retreat signal.

So it was Dad’s men.

Sophia was carried into the car, and Lucas drove off without a word.

"How do you feel? Anywhere hurt?" he asked, voice tight.

"I’m fine. Owen’s the one who took the real damage," she muttered.

Lucas sped straight back to Blackstone Manor. His gaze landed on the thin, bleeding line along her neck, brows knitting in anger.

"What exactly happened?"

"I saw someone who looked just like the hit-and-run driver, so I followed him. Didn’t realize something was off until it was too late — then boom, I got knocked out."

She didn’t hide anything.

"You’re insane. You followed him alone?"

"You— Lucas! Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"

"Fight? I don’t want to fight. I just can’t believe how reckless you were. All that little spark in your brain you love showing off — useless when it actually matters."

His mouth was harsh, but his hands were slow and gentle as he disinfected her wound.

Sophia flinched and frowned.

"Hurts?" he asked.

"Try it on yourself and see," she hissed.

Lucas pulled down his collar, revealing faint nail marks on his neck. "Trust me, I already know. You scratched me half a month ago, and look — still here."

Sophia blinked, irritation dissolving instantly.

"Owen acted like a complete lunatic," she said quietly. "Why is he so sure the Hiltons ruined his family?"

"Do you remember that night six years ago?" Lucas’s voice dropped.

"I remember."

"About a month before, the Reid Group was sabotaged — wiped out overnight. I thought they were all gone. Then I found out Owen survived. When I went overseas to deal with trouble in our branch, guess who was behind it? Him. He didn’t get far — people recognized him, and it was contained quickly."

Sophia exhaled slowly. "Hating you makes sense. But not knowing who really did it and biting at random? That’s sloppy. I just wonder if maybe it was..."

"Impossible."

Lucas cut her off almost before she finished breathing the thought.

"I didn’t say it was, I just said it could be."

"If I say no, then it’s no. I know my parents."

Sophia had been implying a possibility — that maybe Lucas’s parents had been behind the downfall of Reid Group. She had met them; they didn’t seem ruthless... but she didn’t know them well.

Lucas closed the medical kit. "I’m going upstairs to check on the kids."

He was avoiding the topic — and she didn’t blame him. No one wanted to imagine their parents capable of such things.

...

Upstairs.

Lucas opened the door and found six little bodies sitting in a perfect circle around the carpet.

"What are you doing?"

"Daddy, puzzle time!" Faye beamed up at him, her big eyes sparkling with innocence.

"You all start school tomorrow. You know that?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

Lucas nodded and closed the door.

The moment it latched —

Faye exhaled dramatically, wiping imaginary sweat from her forehead.

"Ugh! I can’t lie! You guys always make me lie and I’m going to mess up one day!" she huffed.

The door swung open again. Lucas popped his head in.

"Do you want to come downstairs to see Mommy?"

"Don’t worry, Daddy," Faye chirped sweetly, "we’ll come down as soon as we finish putting away our toys!"

"What was that?" he muttered, spotting something dark by Faye’s foot.

Faye beamed — angelic, pure, sugar sweet. "Watercolor marker!"

Lucas accepted the answer, satisfied, and closed the door completely this time.

The moment he left, five siblings turned their heads toward Faye — judgment in their tiny eyes.

Couldn’t lie?

Girl, you just lied smoother than an investment banker at a press conference.

She didn’t even blink.