Meet My Brothers

Unbeknownst to them, Sage hadn't been deeply asleep. He had actually awakened the moment Timothy took him from Mia's arms.

However, he had apprehensions about the situation becoming awkward if he were to wake up in Timothy's embrace.

Hence, he decided to continue pretending to be asleep until they arrived home.

After stealing a glance at Ginger and Sage, Mia softly closed the door behind her.

She couldn't help but notice the perspiration glistening on Timothy's forehead.

"Here, have a sip," Patricia offered, handing him a glass of water.

"Thanks," Timothy said, accepting the water and taking a gulp. "I should probably get going now."

As Mia observed Timothy's silhouette fading away, she eventually trailed behind him to the door. Meeting his gaze, she reassured him, "You don't have to dwell on Mrs. Barrett's words."

Timothy's footsteps came to a halt at Mia's words. "She was speaking the truth," he conceded.

Watching him walk away, Mia decided not to follow.

She hadn't anticipated Sharon's prior knowledge of Timothy's true lineage. This made her wonder about the emotions Sharon had been wrestling with over the years whenever she was around Timothy. Before long, Patricia joined Mia's side. "What's going on? Timmo doesn't seem to be in good spirits."

"It's nothing major," Mia replied, trying to ease Patricia's worry. "We spontaneously decided to visit the amusement park today, and the kids had a fantastic time."

Patricia paused, her gaze lingering on Mia. "Mia, are you and Mr. Barrett-"

"Aunt Patricia, please don't read too much into it. There's nothing romantic going on between Timothy and I. Today was simply a regular outing for the kids to bond with their father, nothing more." "Mia, I can't help but notice that Mr. Barrett seems different lately. Maybe you should think about giving your relationship another chance."Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Disregarding Patricia's advice, Mia stood up. "It's getting late. I think I'll turn in for the night."

"Silly kid," Patricia teased, letting out a faint sigh.

As night descended, Timothy made his way to the hospital, pausing outside the ward for a lingering moment.

The unexpected discovery that Sharon was already aware of his true lineage caught him off guard, sparking a feeling of self-reproach regarding his origins.

After a moment of contemplation, he eventually turned on his heels and left without a word.

Shortly after, Luna emerged, clad in her nursing attire. As she observed Timothy's departing figure, her gaze turned considerably colder.

It was evident that Luna wasn't about to let this matter go easily.

With a decisive stride, she entered the hospital room. There, Laura lay on the bed, connected to a ventilator, her features appearing more weathered and worn than before.

Luna's words cut through the air, dripping with disdain. "Well, well, old hag, how does it feel to have spent the past five years lying in bed like a corpse? "When I came to you back then, I wasn't asking for a fortune. All I wanted was a chance for Asher and me to survive, just a bit of financial support to get by. "Yet you consistently turned us away. With your talent for being a roadblock to others, how have you managed to live with yourself for so long?"

As Luna recalled the injustices she endured at the hands of the Barrett family five years ago, her bitterness flared anew.

Glaring at the frail Laura, Luna pressed on, "Of all people, you should have been the one to go. Life would have been so much easier if you had just passed away.

"But no, you had to cling to life, making everyone miserable. If only you had allowed me to return to the Barrett family earlier, none ofthis would have happened, would it?"

Without a second thought, Luna decisively unplugged Laura's ventilator. Watching Laura struggle for breath, a chilling smile spread across Luna's lips.

"You have only yourself to blame. Perhaps in your next life, you should try being more compassionate and refrain from looking down on others."

In an instant, the hospital room door swung open with a forceful push, revealing Timothy standing in the doorway.

His expression was hidden behind a

Ine

mask of anger as he exclaimed,

"Luna, seems you were the one

who pushed Grandma down the

stairs all those years ago, wasn't it?"

"Timothy, what are you doing here?"

Luna's resolve wavered at the unexpected sight of Timothy, a shiver of fear coursing down her spine.