Timothy immediately sat up, his tone growing colder, “What happened?”


    Despite meticulous efforts to secure the right doctor for Laura’s surgery, the expectation remained that


    a


    smooth procedure would wee them on their arrival.


    “Unfortunately, the doctor’s been involved in a car ident, and is currently undergoing treatment at


    the


    hospital.


    “I’m heading there right away.” Timothy dered, throwing off the covers and going to the closet to get


    dressed.


    The call had also roused Mia, whoy next to him. Hearing the urgency in Timothy’s voice, she couldn’t


    help


    but wonder ifplications had arisen at his workce.


    Timothy emerged from the closet shortly after, dressed and wearing a somber expression.


    Rubbing her eyes, Mia asked, “What’s going on?”


    After a brief pause, Timothy assured, “It’s nothing major.”


    Without revealing specifics about the doctor, he promptly left.


    Rushing to the hospital, Timothy found Heath waiting outside the emergency room.


    “Mr. Barrett, the doctor’s not in life–threatening condition, but he has a fractured right hand. It’s


    uncertain if


    he’ll be able to return to the operating table soon,” Heath updated.


    Timothy’splexion paled. “Why now, of all times?”


    “We’ve investigated. It was a Charvy car that ran a red light and identally collided with the doctor’s


    car.”


    Timothy pursed his lips tightly and ordered, “Find another doctor.”


    Regardless of the circumstances, he was determined to ensure that Laura’s surgery proceeded as


    nned.


    After Timothy left, Mia allowed herself to slip back into a short nap. Lately, she found herself more


    inclined to


    indulge in extra sleep.


    Upon waking, she descended the stairs with a yawn and asked, “Martha, what’s on the menu for


    lunch?”


    A slight hunger nagged at her.


    Martha hadid out an extensive spread, making Mia feel like everything was being served to her on a


    silver


    tter. This fostered a sense ofziness and indulgence in her.


    Mia gently rubbed her belly, wondering about the wealth of information Martha had shared about the


    essential needs and precautions for expectant mothers.


    Taking her pregnancy seriously, Mia acknowledged the significance of Martha’s information. It was not


    only for her well–being but also for the welfare of her unborn child.


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    After returning in the evening, Timothy observed Mia. She was on a yoga mat, engrossed in an


    educational video on TV. His eyes narrowed slightly as he continued to watch her.


    Mia had been diligently immersing herself in the study of prenatal breathing techniques. She was


    convinced they would prove beneficial during childbirth.


    As Mia turned around, her eyes met Timothy’s gaze. For a moment, she froze but then naturally


    resumed her position, earnestly focusing on the television.


    With a smile, Martha approached them, suggesting, “Mr. Barrett, if you have the time, you could join


    Mrs. Barrett in expanding your knowledge. Prenatal education is crucial right from the start.”


    Mia quickly added, “Martha, there’s no hurry. He has constant workmitments. I’m sure we can


    cover prenatal education before bedtime.”


    In response. Timothy turned and headed upstairs.


    After dinner, Mia found herself alone by the bedside, reading about prenatal care.


    Entering through the doorway, Timothy casually picked up the book beside her. After ncing at its


    contents. hemented with a touch of sarcasm, “Quite the impressive performance.”


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    Keeping aposed demeanor, Mia replied, “Well, as you’ve suggested, if one is going to act, they


    might as well give a ster performance, right?”


    Setting the book aside. Timothy made his way to the bathroom.


    Mia exhaled softly as she ced the books down.


    Timothy had no reason to suspect anything at this point. So, why should she feel guilty?


    Even if Mia were to reveal her pregnancy now, Timothy would probably dismiss her words as untrue.


    Suddenly, the cell phone on the nightstand vibrated insistently.


    Mia’s eyes instinctively shifted to the screen, recognizing Maya’s name highlighted as the caller.


    At the sight of Maya’s name, Mia looked away, avoiding further scrutiny.


    The connection between Maya and Timothy remained beyond Mia’s immediate concern.


    As the sound of water from the bathroom faded, Mia quickly pulled the nket around herself, and


    adopted a sleeping position.


    Timothy emerged, wearing a rxed, loose–fitting robe.


    Noticing a missed call alert on his phone, a frown marred Timothy’s expression, signaling his disinterest


    in returning the call.