Semua Bab Meet My Brothers: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Maya vented her frustration, muttering, "Connor is avoiding me. With Mrs. Barrett Senior's surgery coming up, how am I supposed to negotiate with Timothy if he doesn't show up?"For Maya, convincing Connor to perform Laura's surgery was her only bargaining chip."Ms. Lane, unfortunately, the doctor Timothy enlisted is no longer available for the surgery," Kaleb informed Maya. "Our only feasible option now is to have your brother handle the operation, but it's crucial not to rush the process," he continued. "How can I not feel anxious? Didn't you witness it that day at the hospital too? I can't believe Timothy prioritized saving Mia. Besides that, he hasn't agreed to my conditions and even sought out another doctor for Grandma Laura's surgery," exasperation evident in Maya's voice.Maya perceived the situation slipping out of her control, particularly with Timothy's attitude toward Mia, intensifying her sense of crisis."Ms. Lane, as long as Timothy has a favor to ask of you, th

Following Kennedy's words, unease washed over Mia like an unwelcome tide.She shot a hesitant glance toward Timothy, silently pleading with her eyes.Timothy responded casually saying, "It's alright."A sense of relief flooded Mia as she watched Kennedy usher Timothy his seat. Timothy sat in the front row, signifying his esteemed position.Puzzled, Mia wondered about Timothy's unexpected presence, considering his demanding schedule.However, the reason would soon unfold.As Mia ascended the stage, Timothy, the generous sponsor behind the financial grant, took the initiative to personally bestow the awards upon the worthy recipients.Mia observed Timothy's polished appearance and graceful demeanor.With the award certificate in hand, he cast a patronizing glance her way, remarking, "Keep up the good work."Suppressing her true sentiments, Mia offered a forced smile as she took the certificate, momentarily entertaining a rebellious urge to confront him head-on.The award cere

Suddenly, a chilling, resonant voice sliced through the tension within the office.Mia turned around, her eyes locking onto Timothy's silhouette by the doorway. His towering and commanding presence seemed to eclipse the ambient light.Yet, amidst the gravity of the moment, a peculiar flutter stirred within her heart.Timothy's authoritative aura filled the space as he entered the room. Kennedy quickly interjected, "Mr. Barrett, what brings you here?"Timothy's eyes held a piercing intensity as he declared, "I'm here to clarify. The car shown in the photo belongs to me."Upon hearing this unexpected revelation, Kennedy's expression stiffened, leaving him momentarily speechless as he worked to regain his composure.The last thing he anticipated was that the car in question belonged to Timothy.Stammering, Kennedy tried to defuse the tension, assuring, "Mr. Barrett, our sole purpose is to investigate the matter. There are no ulterior motives."Unfazed, Timothy casually sat on a

Timothy set down his utensils, fixing Mia with a steady, intense gaze.Taking a deep breath, Mia inquired, "Why did you replace the doctor for Grandma's surgery? Maya's brother is arguably the best in his field. Having him operate on Grandma seems like the safest choice."A shadow crossed Timothy's face, his throat tightening. "Who told you that?""I met your mother today during my visit to the hospital," Mia replied.Timothy leaned back and asked coldly, "Is that all you wanted to discuss?""Timothy, perhaps you should consider agreeing to Maya's brother's terms. It doesn't seem like a loss on your end," Mia suggested.A palpable tension enveloped the dining room following her words.Gazing at Timothy, Mia suddenly felt a disconnect, as if she couldn't grasp his intentions.With a smirk, Timothy quipped, "No losses, you say? Is your rush to find solace in another man's arms fueling this misguided justification?""It's the best decision, for both of us and especially for Grand

Mia recognized the familiar document before her and instantly understood its implications."I've told you before, I don't want anything," she firmly stated.She genuinely had no interest in Timothy's assets.Timothy's brows furrowed in frustration. "I don't have time for games," he snapped."Timothy, I'm not playing games. I meant every word I said," Mia responded earnestly, holding his gaze. "You expressed your disdain for being coerced into marriage. Perhaps my initial feelings were misguided.""Consider this my way of making amends for any distress I may have caused you over the past three years." she continued. "I don't want any financial obligations. I would rather walk away with nothing." Timothy snapped back. Timothy lowered his hand from his temple, locking eyes with Mia's calm, almond-shaped eyes—a look that radiated unwavering tranquility.He firmly placed the document between them. "No, it's my responsibility. I won't stoop so low as to withhold from someone who on