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.

shock. She was a little

nauseated. She ran to the bathroom and vomited the clam chowder she

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

raised her hand to get some tissue, someone

spotting Timothy, she faltered and didn’t finish

said, “I think I must’ve gotten a cold.

you have a cold, let

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

“Is that so?”

caged in front

looked at the blue striped tie he 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 you

in her throat. “What are you trying to ask me, Mr.

Mr. Barrett?

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in that timid and

she had become a lot

gaze. “What do you think I’m

her fists and tried her best to compose herself. She replied, “I’m not pregnant.

believe me-”

wouldn’t I believe