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.

voice tinged with

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

me?”

with condescension. “Mia, what gives you the audacity to even propose such an

it a possibility?”

words seemed more like a thoughtless jab, aiming to provoke

the divorce.

and I’ll say it again. This is

I won’t be coerced into

Timothy’s subtle reference to

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

wave of unease swept over

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no need to tell Grandma about the divorce, and I won’t mention anything about you and Maya until after her surgery.”

Mia had no intention

irritation washed over Timothy, causing

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

gaze drifting to the

and began to eat, though the flavors seemed muted, robbed

appeal.

in the master bedroom,

hours ticked away, Timothy remained absent,

day, Mia received a call from

scheduled for the afternoon, Mia decided