Meet My Brothers

Why did Timothy need assurance about her ability to convincingly play the role of a pregnant woman?

Mia thought for a moment, wondering why pretense was necessary.

Considering she was genuinely pregnant, wouldn’t this be an authentic portrayal?

In response, Mia sincerely asked, “Is acting even necessary in this case?”

“You’re right. You’ve always had a knack for acting,” Timothy acknowledged. “Don’t overthink it. Martha will be here to assist you, ensuring you maintain the facade without arousing suspicion.”

“Mr. Barrett, rest assured, I’ll execute my role flawlessly. It’s high time you prioritize scheduling that surgery.”

Mia had no intention of confronting Maya herself, she thought it would be more suitable for Timothy to handle

the matter.

Well aware of Maya’s inclination to feign innocence, Mia expected her to continue the act in front of Timothy.

Consequently, there should be no delay in the surgery from Maya’s end. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Exiting the car, Mia entered the living room with Timothy following closely behind, his gaze reflecting a mix of

emotions.

Martha, patiently waiting in the living room, greeted Mia with a warm smile, “Mrs. Barrett, I’ve made sure the kitchen has prepared dishes suitable for expectant mothers. If you have any questions or concerns, please

feel free to let me know.”

“Perfect timing, I do have some questions,” Mia replied.

Instinctively placing her hand on her belly, Mia suggested, “Should we consider acquiring a fetal heart monitor to occasionally check the baby’s heartbeat?”

In reality, Mia was inexperienced with such situations and felt unsure about the right course of action.

She had read multiple articles on pregnancy websites stressing the significance of regularly checking the fetal

heart rate.

These articles cautioned that neglecting regular monitoring could lead to overlooked potential issues with the

baby.

Navigating this unfamiliar territory, especially without informing Patricia about her pregnancy, left Mia feeling

challenged.

Given her role as a pregnant woman, Mia viewed it as an opportunity to educate herself.

At this moment, Martha added, “Mrs. Barrett, rest assured, I’ve made arrangements for a fetal heart monitoring

device. We can test it now.

“However, if the pregnancy is still early, the heartbeat might not be audible yet. But don’t worry, I’ve also brought Dr. Levin along for any additional health assessments you may require.”

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Timothy firmly interrupted, “That won’t be necessary, leaving Martha somewhat puzzled.

Sensing the tension in the room, Mia stepped in, saying, “Martha, Timothy simply means we should only be concerned if there’s a valid reason. As of now, I believe everything is proceeding as it should.”

Understanding Mia’s intent, Martha nodded. “Very well, I’ll make my way to the kitchen. Mrs. Barrett, please make sure you get some rest.”

Once Martha left, Mia settled onto the sofa, her gaze lingering on the fetal heart monitoring device nearby. A temptation arose within her to secretly check it out.

Timothy’s eyes narrowed with concern. “You nearly let our secret slip earlier. What’s your strategy if the monitor fails to pick up a heartbeat or if Dr. Levin detects something out of place?

“How do you plan to account for that?” he questioned sharply.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it handled. I’ll ensure nothing appears amiss. Moreover, we only have to put this facade

up for another week.”

“Once the surgery is complete, there’ll be no need for deception, correct?” Mia replied, locking eyes with him, her dark almond–shaped eyes radiating calm assurance.

As Timothy looked into her eyes, an unsettling feeling crept over him. He straightened his tie, remarking.” Indeed, maintaining our discretion is paramount.”

As Timothy ascended the stairs, a hint of sadness shadowed Mia’s gaze.

She tenderly caressed her belly, whispering, “Honey, don’t let your father’s words bother you. Remember, Mommy will always cherish you.”

Come dinnertime, Mia was welcomed by a splendid array of dishes on the table, each appearing both exquisite and nutritious.

Beside her, Martha noted, “Mrs. Barrett, we understand that a pregnant woman’s preferences on food can shift.

“These dishes are tailored to your usual tastes. Please let us know your favorites, and we’ll make sure they’re consistently served.”

Looking at the assortment of dishes before her, Mia was captivated by the extravagant pleasures that wealth could provide.

With utensils in hand, she indulged in the exquisite flavors, feeling every bit like royalty as she relished the finest delicacies during her pregnancy.