Meet My Brothers

Timothy interrupted Sharon by saying, “Let’s just enjoy our dinner.”

Laura looked at Mia with a kind smile and said, “I had them prepare your favorite soup-clam chowder. Timothy, fill your wife’s bowl for her.”

Mia’s eyelids twitched. She wanted to reach out for the ladle herself, but Timothy beat her to it. He took her bowl and filled it for her.

As she stared at the creamy soup, she suddenly lost her appetite.

“What’s the matter?” Sharon scoffed. “My son personally served you that bowl of clam chowder. Are you turning your nose up at it?”

Laura gazed at Mia in concern. “Do you not like it, Mia?”

“That’s not it, Grandma. I quite like the soup.”

As Mia picked up a spoonful of soup, she felt a pair of eyes on her. When she smelled the soup, she instinctively frowned.

She forced herself to take a mouthful but couldn’t bear to swallow the second mouthful.

A few seconds later, Mia set down her spoon and heaved like she was about to vomit.

It was strange. Mia had always liked clam chowder, so why was it making her nauseous today?

“Mia, could it be that you’re pregnant?” Laura exclaimed in joy.

In an instant, two pairs of disbelieving eyes fell on Mia.

Mia widened her eyes in shock. She was a little panicked. How did Laura figure it out?

The sudden lurch in emotions made her feel even more nauseated. She ran to the bathroom and vomited the clam chowder she had eaten.

She felt as if she had emptied out all the gastric acid in her stomach as well. The feeling was rather unbearable.

When Mia raised her hand to get some tissue, someone passed it to her. She quickly wiped her mouth. “Thank

After turning around and spotting Timothy, she faltered and didn’t finish her sentence.

She averted her gaze and said, “I think I must’ve gotten a cold. I’ve been very stressed lately.”

Timothy’s deep voice rang out above her. “Since you have a cold, let Dr. Levin take a look at you.”

Mia’s heart rate sped up. She hastily said, “It’s just a minor cold. I don’t need to see a doctor. I’ll be fine in a few days.”

“Is that so?”

Timothy stepped forward and kept Mia caged in front of the sink. She couldn’t back away from him.

Mia looked at the blue striped tie he was wearing. He had decided to go with it after all.

“Look at me. Mia.”

Mia slowly raised her head, but Timothy got impatient and grabbed her by the chin forcefully.

With a scrutinizing gaze in his dark eyes, he asked, “Are you hiding something from me?”

Mia’s breath caught in her throat. “What are you trying to ask me, Mr. Barrett?”

Mr. Barrett?

In the past, she always called him Timothy in that timid and careful tone of hers. Now that she had a new Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

boyfriend, she had become a lot bolder.

Timothy leaned in with a furious gaze. “What do you think I’m asking about?”

Mia slowly balled her fists and tried her best to compose herself. She replied, “I’m not pregnant. If you don’t

believe me-”

“Why wouldn’t I believe you?”

Startled, Mia looked up into Timothy’s cryptic gaze. She was a little confused by what he just said.

When had he ever had so much trust in her?

Timothy continued sarcastically, “You were even getting it on with a man in a hotel last night. If you were really pregnant, how can the baby survive your night of passion?”

All the color drained out of Mia’s face. For a brief second, she had mistakenly thought that Timothy trusted

her. It turned out she simply overestimated his regard for her.

She lowered her gaze to hide her disappointment.

Timothy’s voice rang out again. “Answer me. Are you keeping quiet because you feel guilty? Who were you

with last night?”

Mia exhaled ever so slightly. As long as he didn’t suspect she was pregnant, she didn’t care what he thought. She responded calmly, “We’re getting a divorce now, so I don’t think I need to tell you who I spend my time

with.”

Timothy tugged on his tie in frustration. “Mia, which of the things you say are true? Which ones are lies?

Back then, you claimed you married me because you liked me. What’s this now? Have your feelings changed

so quickly?”