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. “That’s none of your concern,” he

tinged

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

me?”

tension gripped Timothy’s before he turned to confront her, his tone laced with condescension. “Mia, what gives you the audacity

possibility?”

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

the divorce.

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

be coerced into

subtle reference

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

wave of unease

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Mia suggested. “There’s no need to tell Grandma about the divorce,

regained her clarity, Mia had no intention of further complicating things with

wave of irritation washed over Timothy, causing

to dictate! Abandon those scheming thoughts of

Mia took her seat, her gaze drifting to

eat, though the flavors

appeal.

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

remained absent, his

received a call from Patricia,

classes scheduled for the afternoon,