Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Chapter 627

Upon waking up, Timothy noticed an unfamiliar scent in the air and discovered a damp spot on the bed

sheet.

The thought made Timothy feel an urge to wash his hands repeatedly.

Ginger pouted, insisting. “It wasn’t me! It was that jerk who wet the bed and is trying to blame me.”

Beside them. Caleb couldn’t help but chuckle. “Ginger, only children wet the bed, not adults. Among us, you’re the only child, so there’s no need to argue.”

“I’m not a child anymore. I’m an adult!” Ginger retorted.

Nonetheless, she felt somewhat embarrassed and quietly pulled a small blanket over the wet spot on the bed, attempting to conceal it.

Caleb removed the blanket, insisting, “Ginger, there’s no need to hide the evidence. You were in the middle of the bed last night, and the urine is on the same spot. It’s quite obvious, isn’t it?

“It wasn’t me! I promise!”

“You’re still a child, who else could it have been?”

“I’m not a child anymore. I’m a grown–up. I stopped wetting the bed when I was three.”

“And how old are you now?”

“Four!”

the small blanket tightly as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She refused

his laughter. “You see, at four

you?”

old doesn’t make me a child anymore,” Ginger retorted, raising her voice

her

rubbed his temples in frustration. Dealing with children was proving to be

handful.

Heath entered with a set of children’s clothes. “Mr. Barrett, here are the

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instructed. “Please go shower and change into fresh clothing.” Blushing, Ginger climbed off the bed, her feet barely grazing the floor, her toes hanging in the

longer, Timothy reached out and lifted Ginger off

an eyebrow. “Ginger, can you shower by

big girl, of course I can.” Ginger replied confidently, grabbing her clothes and dashing

the Bathroom.

finding it hard to suppress his laughter. “Tim, this

of laughing, why don’t you check your own clothes?

just as dirty.”

did this

a glance at Timothy opposite him. “You’re pointing fingers at me, but check the back of your shirt–it’s dirtier than mine. Seems like our little friend here

next to you!”

his shirt, revealing

proves that Ginger