Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Maya was secretly delighted but didn’t let it show. She pretended to be magnanimous, saying, “I’ll forgive you for Tim’s sake.”

Mia straightened up and looked at Timothy. “Can I go now?”

She didn’t want to spend another second there. She bent down to pick the divorce agreement up and handed it to him. This time, her attitude was as firm as possible.

Timothy looked at the divorce agreement and subconsciously frowned. He hadn’t expected Mia to sign the papers without a fuss this time. Whenever he’d tried to do this in the past, she would have Laura help her.

He’d already thought of the ways he could persuade Laura to see sense, but it seemed he wouldn’t need to do anything.

Timothy couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable. He looked at Mia’s suitcase. Was she leaving already?

He looked at her. “Have you already found a place to stay?”

answered reflexively. She looked at him in surprise. Was

downstairs to get some ice for Maya’s foot.

was still about Maya. For a split second, Mia had thought Timothy was worried about her. It seemed their three-year marriage was nothing compared to his first

had barged into their marital home and taken control of what

thought self-deprecatingly, “Could you be

accidentally missed a step. She instinctively grabbed the plant closest to her, but it fell over and rolled

critical moment, someone

at Timothy. He’d

him forcefully, making her head smack against his chest. Her cheek was pressed to his chest; she could hear his

them. Instead of that, Timothy lifted her into his arms and carried her down the stairs. Her face was still pressed to his chest, and she was enveloped by his

was burning when he set her on her feet. They’d been married for three years but had never had any physical contact aside from the accident a

your eyes open when you’re walking. You don’t wanna fall on your head and end up like an idiot, do you?”

she gradually calmed down. She looked at the vase which had shattered on the floor, leaving the soil scattered. “I’ll go

maids do it. Don’t you have anything better to do?” Timothy frowned. He hadn’t hired a

she’d come downstairs in the first place. She had

to see some soil smeared on Timothy’s shirt. It had