Meet My Brothers

Maya and Shelly were in similar states of disarray. Their hair and clothes were a mess, and there were marks

left behind by the spatula Mia had used.

“Mrs. Barrett will stand up for me!” Maya shrieked.

“But you’re in the Barrett residence right now, and Grandma Laura is the one who has the final say. Do you think she’ll believe you guys or me?

“I’m warning you two. Don’t try to mess with me, or you won’t be getting off so easily next time,” Mia growled.

Shelly gulped with a look of despair. She knew Mia was right. Laura would definitely believe Mia, that bitch!

After saying her piece, Mia walked out of the kitchen.

Maya and Shelly crumpled to the floor. They were forced to suffer such treatment without being able to get

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Gritting her teeth, Maya fumed, “I won’t be forgetting this! Just you wait!”

All this while, Timothy had been standing in a corner outside the kitchen. He had witnessed everything.

Cocking an eyebrow, Timothy stared after Mia’s retreating figure. He didn’t expect her to come out victorious

despite being outnumbered and injured.

His assistant asked, “Mr. Barrett, what just happened proves that Ms. Lane did indeed frame Ms. Mia. Should

we help? What if Ms. Lane tries to get revenge?”

“Don’t bother. As long as Maya has a functioning brain, she won’t dare to pursue this matter,” Timothy said

before leaving.

When Mia returned to the living room, she acted like nothing happened.

The women went into the dining room and took their seats, but Timothy wasn’t with them.

Laura turned to the side and said to one of the Barretts’ household staff, “Martha, get that brat in here. It’s time for dinner. Why isn’t he here in the dining room? Where has he gone off to?”

Mia served Laura a bowl of soup. “Have some soup, Grandma. It’s such a shame that I spilled the soup I was

making for you.”

She didn’t care whether or not Timothy came to dinner. In fact, she figured he was busy consoling that pretentious bitch Maya.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is your hand. What if it leaves a scar?”

Laura’s concern made Mia feel a bit guilty. She set down her cutlery and said, “Grandma, I want to talk to you about something.”

Laura looked up and asked, “What is it?”

“It’s about the surgery.” Timothy said as he came into the dining room.

He pulled out the chair beside Mia and sat down. His arm bumped against her shoulder.

When Mia heard the word “surgery”, she looked at Timothy. He had an unreadable expression.

Did he cut her off on purpose?

Laura scoffed, “I’m perfectly fine. I don’t need any surgery. I know better than anyone what Maya is after. Tell her to stop dreaming.”

While speaking, Laura specifically gave Sharon a warning look.

With furrowed brows, Timothy said, “Those are two separate matters. Don’t mix them together.”

“To me, they’re one and the same.”

Just then, Sharon piped up, “Don’t tell me it’s because someone talked you into this. Why are you refusing to get the surgery done? We’re talking about the top cardiovascular surgeon here. When it comes to surgeries, he

has a 100% success rate.

“He’s Ms. Lane’s brother, and if not for her, we wouldn’t even be able to hire him.”

Mia looked down at her plate. She lost all her appetite.

She never thought Laura would turn down the surgery for her sake. What had she ever done to deserve such a

sacrifice?

Alas, she had failed Laura. She had already signed the divorce agreement.