Meet My Brothers

Summoning Heath over, Mia inquired, "Any signs of activity from Luna?"

"She's been extremely cautious, keeping a close watch. It seems she hasn't discovered any loopholes yet."

At Heath's words, Mia couldn't help but ponder her next move. She needed to find a way to shake things up with Luna.

After all, Luna was notorious for her hunger for wealth and power, often resorting to deceitful tactics despite her outward appearance of moral superiority.

With Luna ousted by Timothy and facing potential murder accusations from Laura, her chances of redemption were slim.

Therefore, Mia was confident that Luna would eventually change her tune.

Casting a glance at Heath, Mia inquired, "How are we presenting Mrs. Barrett Senior's condition to the public?"

"As agreed, we're stating that Mrs. Barrett Senior has regained consciousness. However, due to her prolonged coma, her memory is somewhat fragmented, and she is currently undergoing treatment." "Excellent. No wonder Luna has been quiet. She must have been clutching onto false hope."

Turning her attention to Timothy, Mia noticed that he had just finished his meeting.

Understanding the urgency of the situation, Mia recognized the necessity for decisive action.

Without a moment's hesitation, she strode purposefully toward Timothy, her resolve evident in every step.

Upon hearing her approach, Timothy looked up, his gaze penetrating. "Heading out already?" he spoke up.

Having finished his urgent tasks, he had been eager for some extra time with her.

Taking a seat beside him, Mia proposed, "Not exactly. I just had a sudden idea. How about we go for a walk in the garden?"

Feeling Mia's presence next to him, Timothy's Adam's apple bobbed nervously. "So, what's on your mind?"

Raising an eyebrow, she suggested, "Well, I was thinking we could shake things up with Luna. She'd detest nothing more than seeing us back together, right? If I happen to have everything she envies, do you think she'll be able to resist taking action?"

Facing Mia, Timothy replied, "Alright, I'm all ears."

With that, the duo headed toward the small garden, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight.

Raising her eyes toward Laura's

hospital room, Mia recounted, è "During Ginger's performance, the sun streamed through the window, illuminating the ward beautifully and forming a natural spotlight." S

Recalling Ginger's dance routine, a subtle smile graced Timothy's lips. "Indeed, she's as lovely as a little angel," he remarked.

"Perhaps you shouldn't forget whose daughter she is," Mia teased.

As her words trailed off, Mia abruptly froze, a realization hitting her. She grew wary that her comment might be misconstrued as praise for Timothy.

Meanwhile, Timothy couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. "Well, she's certainly as beautiful as you," he remarked.

Seated on the bench, Mia retorted, "Hey, don't assume a few compliments will patch things up. I can be rather petty, you know."

Undeterred, Timothy stood before

Mia, one hand casually slipped into his pocket. As the sunlight filtered

through the leaves, it highlighted his handsome features even more.

In a gentle tone, he reassured her, "I know, but I'll keep trying until the day you're not angry anymore."

Mia instinctively averted her gaze, surprised by Timothy's persistence. She hadn't expected to witness this side of him.

As she idly shuffled her foot, she suddenly noticed her untied shoelace.

Just as Mia was about to bend down, Timothy gracefully crouched in front of her, his slender fingers deftly securing the loosened lace.

Mia was momentarily taken aback, her eyes fixed on his profile. It was as if time had whisked them back to five years ago.

Before long, Mia sensed an icy gaze piercing into her back, her instincts alerting her of the identity of the observer.

It seemed Luna had taken the bait after all.

After Timothy finished tying her

shoelace, Mia's hand reached out to

grab his tie, pulling him closer, Mr.

Barrett, why are you kneeling on one

knee?"

Timothy's body inclined forward slightly, his hand steadying against the bench as his eyes met hers.