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.

echoed behind him. “That’s none of your

his voice tinged

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

me?”

to confront her, his tone laced with condescension. “Mia, what gives you the audacity to even propose

possibility?”

like a thoughtless jab,

the divorce.

pressed firmly together. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it

won’t be coerced into marriage

catching Timothy’s subtle reference to their previous marriage.

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

unease swept over her.

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

clarity, Mia had no intention of further complicating things

wave of irritation washed over Timothy,

of our marriage isn’t yours to dictate! Abandon those scheming thoughts of yours,” he retorted before exiting

alone, Mia took her seat, her gaze drifting

eat, though the flavors seemed muted,

appeal.

herself alone in the master bedroom, her sleep plagued by restlessness and unease.

the hours ticked away, Timothy remained absent, his

a call from Patricia, inviting her over for dinner.

the afternoon, Mia decided