Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Chapter 117

Timothy set down his utensils, fixing Mia with a steady, intense gaze,

Taking a deep breath, Mia inquired, “Why did you replace the doctor for Grandma’s surgery? Maya’s brother is arguably the best in his field. Having him operate on Grandma seems like the safest choice.”

A shadow crossed Timothy’s face, his throat tightening. “Who told you that?”

“I met your mother today during my visit to the hospital,” Mia replied.

Timothy leaned back and asked coldly, “Is that all you wanted to discuss?”

“Timothy, perhaps you should consider agreeing to Maya’s brother’s terms. It doesn’t seem like a loss on your end,” Mia suggested.

A palpable tension enveloped the dining room following her words.

Gazing at Timothy, Mia suddenly felt a disconnect, as if she couldn’t grasp his intentions.

With a smirk, Timothy quipped, “No losses, you say? Is your rush to find solace in another man’s arms fueling this misguided justification?”

“It’s the best decision, for both of us and especially for Grandma,” Mia asserted.

“That’s merely your viewpoint,” Timothy countered.

With a creak of his chair, he stood up, drawing Mia’s attention. “And what about your perspective?” she

pressed.

paused, rooted to the spot, as Mia’s voice echoed behind him. “That’s

voice tinged with uncertainty.

continued, “You’ve been dragging out the divorce. Is it possible you’ve developed

me?”

brief tension gripped Timothy’s before he turned to confront her, his tone laced with condescension. “Mia, what gives you the audacity to even propose

a possibility?”

reality, Mia’s words seemed more like a thoughtless

the divorce.

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. This is solely for

coerced into marriage

subtle reference to

his eyes, she detected a mix of indifference and disdain, revealing the extent of his

unease swept

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gaze, Mia suggested. “There’s no need to tell Grandma about the divorce, and I won’t mention anything about you and Maya until

intention of

sudden wave of irritation washed over Timothy, causing him to

Abandon those scheming thoughts of yours,” he retorted before exiting the dining room.

Mia took her seat, her gaze drifting to the barely

to eat, though the flavors

appeal.

the master bedroom, her

Timothy remained absent, his absence stretching throughout

Mia received a call from Patricia, inviting

no classes scheduled for the afternoon, Mia decided