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

tinged with uncertainty.

“You’ve been dragging out the divorce.

me?”

tone laced with condescension. “Mia, what gives you the audacity to even propose such an idea?”

a possibility?” she

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

the divorce.

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

I won’t be coerced into marriage a second time.”

Timothy’s subtle reference to their previous

indifference and disdain, revealing the extent of his aversion to their

wave of unease

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

no intention of further complicating things

wave of irritation washed over Timothy, causing

Abandon those scheming

gaze drifting to the barely touched food before her.

up her utensils and began to eat, though the flavors seemed muted, robbed of their usual

appeal.

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

away, Timothy remained absent, his absence

call from Patricia, inviting

scheduled for the afternoon, Mia decided to head