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.

widened her eyes in shock. She was a little panicked.

emotions made her feel even more nauseated. She ran to

all the gastric acid in her stomach as well. The

some tissue, someone passed it to

around and spotting Timothy, she faltered and

think I must’ve gotten a

you have a cold, let Dr. Levin take a look

sped up. She hastily said, “It’s just a minor cold. I don’t need to see

“Is that so?”

stepped forward and kept Mia caged in front of the sink. She couldn’t back

looked at the blue striped tie he was wearing. He had decided to go with it

“Look at me. Mia.”

slowly raised her head, but Timothy got impatient and grabbed her by the

scrutinizing gaze in his dark eyes, he

caught in her throat. “What are you trying to

Mr. Barrett?

+15 BONUS

Timothy in that timid and

become a lot

leaned in with a furious gaze. “What do you think

balled her fists and tried her best to compose

believe me-”

wouldn’t I