Meet My Brothers

“Mia, why aren’t you answering the question? Say something.”

Mia cast an awkward glance at Timothy before muttering, “W-What am I supposed to say? You should ask Timothy about it.”

Why were they making things difficult for her?

Save for that one time, Timothy never slept with her, so how was she supposed to get pregnant?

Timothy cleared his throat before responding. “Why’re you asking about such things, Mom? We’ve been using contraception. That’s why she hasn’t gotten pregnant. I don’t plan on having any kids yet.”

When Mia heard his last sentence, she looked down at her abdomen. It seemed like she truly needed to protect this baby of hers.

Laura chimed in anxiously, “You’re already 30 years old. Why don’t you want to have kids yet? I’m afraid I’m going to die before I get to see you become a father.”

“Grandma, as long as you agree to get the surgery, you’ll definitely live enough to see that happening,” Timothy said.

“Hah! Don’t even try to use that on me. You want me to agree to the surgery? Sure. I will when Mia’s pregnant. Otherwise, I won’t even consider it.”

Once Laura finished speaking, she turned around and left.

While following her out, Martha quietly assured, “Ms. Mia and Mr. Barrett have a good relationship. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before they have a child.”

Once Laura left, Sharon side-eyed Mia. “It’s good that she isn’t pregnant. Once Ms. Lane marries into the family, she’ll give birth to your children, Timothy.

“After all, she’s the daughter of the Lane family. Someone with an elite background like hers wouldn’t want to be a stepmother.”

Sharon walked away after saying her piece.

Mia’s eyes flashed with mockery. Well, only someone of Maya’s social standing was worthy of giving birth to the Lane family’s future heir. A commoner like her was unqualified to do so.

She looked at Timothy, who was standing before her. “I never knew you were capable of lying, Mr. Barrett. When have you ever used contraception?”

Timothy was briefly startled, but he soon smirked and asked, “Can I take that as a hint from you?”

What hint?

Mia didn’t expect the stoic and serious Timothy to make such a sleazy comment.

She swiftly shifted her gaze. “You shouldn’t read too much into things, Mr. Barrett.”

Mia wanted to leave, but Timothy stood in her path, Peering down at her, he asked, “Where are you going?

“Home.”

Timothy’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Home? Or do you mean the hotel?”

Mia scoffed on the inside. Was the bastard mocking her?

She took a deep breath and looked at him with an insincere smile, “Why are you asking so many questions, Mr. Barrett? Are you jealous? I suggest you take your mother’s advice and get a medical checkup tomoTION?

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“Why do you need to ask why? It’s not like you’re unaware whether or not I’m the reason why we don’t have a child. I think you need to see a doctor,” Mia remarked,

Timothy’s gaze hardened. “You know full well whether or not I’m perfectly healthy. Didn’t you experience it tha night?”

Mia stiffened, but she stood her ground and replied, “I did, so that’s why I suggest you head to the hospital for a checkup. After all what I experienced was pretty forgettable.”

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As soon as she finished speaking, she walked out of the bathroom, but she noticed that Timothy’s expression had turned a little unpleasant.

No man would feel good about being insulted in that regard.

On the other hand, Mia was feeling great. She realized how easy it was to relish in someone else’s suffering.

However, she had only taken a few steps when someone hauled her up and threw her over the shoulder. Her world turned upside down.

Flustered, Mia grabbed Timothy’s arm. “Put me down, Timothy.”

“You need to take responsibility for your words, Mia. You know that, right?”

Timothy felt a ball of flames burning in his chest. Mia kept pushing all of his buttons!

Last night, she slept with another man at the hotel, and just now, she mocked him for having issues with his manhood. She was getting too bold.

During that incident a month ago, Timothy had too much to drink.

It had also been his first time, so he lacked experience, but that didn’t mean he had any problems performing in that aspect!

Was he supposed to tolerate such an insinuation?

Worried about the baby, Mia tried to get away from Timothy, but he tapped her thighs and said, “Stop moving.”