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.

Mia’s voice echoed behind him. “That’s none of your concern,”

tinged with uncertainty.

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

me?”

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

a possibility?” she

Mia’s words seemed more like a thoughtless jab, aiming to provoke Timothy into

the divorce.

before, and I’ll say

won’t be coerced into

paused, catching Timothy’s subtle reference to their

disdain, revealing the extent

A wave of unease swept over

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

clarity, Mia had no intention of further complicating things with

of irritation washed over Timothy,

dictate! Abandon those scheming thoughts of yours,” he retorted before exiting the

her seat, her gaze drifting to the

began to eat, though the flavors seemed muted,

appeal.

alone in the master bedroom, her sleep plagued by restlessness

ticked away, Timothy remained absent, his absence stretching throughout the

from Patricia,

no classes scheduled for the afternoon, Mia decided to