Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Chapter 325

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Immediately realizing her mistake, Mia bit her tongue in regret for her thoughtless words.

Timothy shot a meaningful glance at her and remarked, “Well, it’s not entirely out of the question.”

Mia’s face turned red, and she averted her eyes, murmuring, “Once Grandma successfully

recovers from her surgery, perhaps we can discuss handling the divorce procedures at the

courthouse.*

As her words hung in the air, a heavy silence settled between them.

The ambiguous atmosphere that had abruptly enveloped them just moments ago dissipated in an

instant.

Timothy regained his composure, leaning back in the cold metal chair. A heavy sensation

weighed on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Timothy’s gaze shifted to Mia. He pursed his lips before breaking the silence, “You know, it might

not be strictly necessary to pursue a divorce.”

Mia couldn’t believe Timothy’s words.

incredulously, convinced that she must have misheard his

spoke, when strung together in a sentence, Mia struggled to grasp

to get a divorce? Did that imply it was optional, or was he suggesting the opposite?

Mia’s gaze, Timothy’s expression grew awkward.

trying to say is, I don’t have any particular criteria for a spouse.” he said

Grandma’s fondness for you, your presence could have a positive impact on her health. Hence, I’m contemplating the idea that you can

as if her brain had gone blank for a

in

hung in the air. Mia looked at Timothy and

meeting Mia’s inquisitive

catching a

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only the silhouette of Mia reflecting

was Mia getting so close?

perhaps stirred by

foreheads met in a tender collision, and their breaths intertwined in the shared space

caught, and

tensed, and his gaze became fixed on Mia before

at all. Why do you sound so peculiar, like someone rambling

appeared lifeless, partly out of respect for Laura, but also because she genuinely

could Mia have upheld the role of a virtuous wife by Timothy’s side for the past three years?

because you have no criteria

Timothy swiftly retreated, his lips

his ears. “Timothy, say something. Why

a doctor or