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,”

his voice tinged with

the divorce. Is it

me?”

tone laced with condescension. “Mia, what gives you the audacity to

a possibility?” she

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

the divorce.

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

coerced into marriage a second

catching Timothy’s subtle reference to their previous marriage.

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

of unease swept

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tell Grandma about the divorce, and I

clarity, Mia had no intention of further complicating things

over Timothy, causing him to furrow his brow.

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

seat, her gaze drifting to the barely touched food

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

appeal.

evening, Mia found herself alone in the master bedroom, her sleep plagued by restlessness

remained absent,

received a call from

for the afternoon, Mia decided to head