Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Timothy's expression grew serious. "I wasn't there for you two years ago, so now that Ginger is sick, I absolutely cannot leave her side for even a moment."

Mia glanced at Timothy, unsure of how to respond.

Her expression shifted uncomfortably as she stood up. Out of nowhere, everything around her blurred, and a sharp, stabbing pain shot through her head as if tiny needles were piercing her brain.

"What's wrong?" Timothy swiftly rushed to Mia's side, noticing her pale complexion.

He immediately turned to Gertrude. "Get the family doctor here!" Gertrude nodded and went to make the arrangements. Observing the scene, Peyton's expression grew complex. It seemed Timothy didn't consider himself an outsider at all.

Mia awkwardly pushed Timothy away. "I'm okay, I just feel a bit dizzy. I probably had too much to drink last night."

"As the young lady of the Lane family, you don't need to resort to alcohol to entertain guests.”

Seated on the sofa, Mia opened her eyes and met Timothy's gaze. "But last night's business banquet was an exception for me."

wasn't just some pampered heiress,

to be in good health. The

Peyton hesitated to speak, wondering if Mia's old ailment had resurfaced. However, with Timothy present,

Timothy, Mia remarked, "See? I told you there's

slightly. "Having some

her eyes couldn't help but wander to

deliberately inquired, "Peyton,

rested her chin on her hand, offering Timothy a sly smile. “Timmo,

be one of anger, but his composed demeanor surprised her. It seemed he was resolute in waiting for Ginger's treatment

all along. It wasn't Ginger who needed treatment, but rather Ginger's brother,

to orchestrate Ginger's fake illness in

that moment, Peyton approached, speaking softly, "Ms. Mia, was that headache a recurrence of your previous condition?

scenes from her dream the previous night, Mia nodded. "Yes, please make the arrangements. I'll go later." "But Mr. Barrett

“That won't be necessary."