Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Chapter 21

Timothy interrupted Sharon by saying, “Let’s just enjoy our dinner.”

Laura looked at Mia with a kind smile and said, “I had them prepare your favorite soup-clam chowder. Timothy, fill your wife’s bowl for her.”

Mia’s eyelids twitched. She wanted to reach out for the ladle herself, but Timothy beat her to it. He took her bowl and filled it for her.

As she stared at the creamy soup, she suddenly lost her appetite.

“What’s the matter?” Sharon scoffed. “My son personally served you that bowl of clam chowder. Are you turning your nose up at it?”

Laura gazed at Mia in concern. “Do you not like it, Mia?”

“That’s not it, Grandma. I quite like the soup.”

As Mia picked up a spoonful of soup, she felt a pair of eyes on her. When she smelled the soup, she instinctively frowned.

She forced herself to take a mouthful but couldn’t bear to swallow the second mouthful.

A few seconds later, Mia set down her spoon and heaved like she was about to vomit.

It was strange. Mia had always liked clam chowder, so why was it making her nauseous today?

“Mia, could it be that you’re pregnant?” Laura exclaimed in joy.

In an instant, two pairs of disbelieving eyes fell on Mia.

eyes in shock. She was a little panicked. How did

even more nauseated. She ran to the bathroom and vomited the

emptied out all the gastric acid in her stomach as well. The feeling was

someone passed it to her. She quickly wiped her mouth.

turning around and spotting Timothy, she

gaze and said, “I think I must’ve

above her. “Since you have a cold, let Dr. Levin take a look

She hastily said, “It’s just a minor cold. I don’t need to see a doctor. I’ll be fine in a few

“Is that so?”

front of the sink. She couldn’t

was wearing. He had decided to go with it

“Look at me. Mia.”

Timothy got

a scrutinizing gaze in his dark eyes, he asked, “Are

throat. “What are you trying to ask

Mr. Barrett?

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him Timothy in that timid and careful tone of hers.

had become a

in with a furious gaze. “What do you

to compose herself.

believe me-”

wouldn’t I