Connor’s attention shifted from Timothy to Mia lying on the bed, a flicker of suspicion igniting within


    him.


    Could the child be Timothy’s?


    Timothy’s recurring involvement with the Lane family women only deepened Connor’s spections.


    Avoiding Connor’s prating gaze, Mia pleaded softly, “Please prescribe a fever–reducing medication


    for me. However, given my condition, there are specific drugs I can’t take. Please be mindful.”


    Her hushed plea served as a subtle reminder to Connor about her pregnancy, stressing the need for


    discretion in Timothy’s presence.


    Pushing aside his swirling thoughts, Connor turned to Genevieve, “Prepare the prescription and the


    necessary medication.”


    “Shouldn’t she have an IV drip?” Timothy interjected, shooting a perplexed nce.


    Annoyed, Connor replied, “IV drips can sometimes do more harm than good.”


    “But her fever is rmingly high,” Timothy countered.


    Meeting Timothy’s challenge with a steely gaze, Connor retorted, “Are you the attending doctor here, or


    am I? If you think you can handle it better, be my guest.”


    Mia’s eyes darted nervously between the two men, silently hoping they wouldn’t escte the situation.


    Timothy’s demeanor quickly darkened, yet he held his silence, his displeasure evident in his


    expression.


    Momentster, Genevieve arrived with the prescribed medication in hand.


    Looking at Connor, she informed, “Dr. Lane, they’re calling for you at Bed 35.”


    Connor quickly regained hisposure and turned to Mia, instructing, “Please take your medication


    now; I’ll be backter.”


    Complying with a nod, Mia replied, “Okay.”


    Sitting by the bedside, Mia watched Connor exit the room, a sense of relief washing over her.


    Running into Connor unexpectedly might be a stroke of luck she didn’t realize she needed. With him


    around, she stood a better chance of keeping her pregnancy concealed.


    Had she chosen to visit the private hospital affiliated with the Barrett family today, her secret would


    have been unveiled.


    Could this unexpected encounter be a blessing in disguise?


    Reaching for the medicine beside her, Mia realized the water dispenser was across the room.


    As she mustered the energy to get up, Timothy stepped forward, taking the paper cup from her hand


    and heading to the dispenser.


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    Observing Timothy’s silhouette and reflecting on how he had escorted her to the hospital, Mia


    recognized that despite his shorings, a trace of humanity still existed within him.


    When Timothy returned, Mia averted her gaze, epting the cup of water he offered. “Thank you.”


    After swallowing her medicine and reclining once more, Mia noticed Timothy still standing beside her.


    Meeting his gaze, she said, “Thank you for bringing me here. I’ll manage on my own when it’s time to


    leave.”


    Timothy’s lips tightened, his voiceced with sarcasm. “Do you think I have the luxury of waiting around


    for you?”


    With those words lingering, Timothy walked out of the emergency room.


    However, instead of departing immediately, he paused in the corridor, visibly tense as he loosened his


    tie.


    “Mr. Barrett, should we depart?” Heath inquired cautiously.


    “Why wouldn’t we? Do you assume I have endless time to spare?”


    Timothy pressed on, giving Heath a pointed look. “Find a caregiver for her. I’d struggle to exin to my


    grandmother if anything unfortunate happened to her while she’s in the hospital.”


    Heath nodded knowingly. Timothy had a habit of speaking ambiguously.


    As Timothy approached the hospital’s main entrance, Maya and Shelly emerged from a nearby taxi.


    Rushing forward, Maya inquired, “Tim, how’s Ms. Bowen?”


    “She’s stable,” Timothy responded tersely before continuing on his way.


    A faint smile yed on Maya’s lips. It seemed that Mia’s n had not seeded.


    Just as Maya considered leaving, a young man in a white coat caught her eye as he hurriedly moved


    along the second–floor corridor. He seemed oddly familiar.


    Pausing briefly, Maya’s thoughts raced. Could that really be Connor?


    How could Connor be at a hospital in Bern City? Wasn’t he supposed to be in Nord City?


    Without hesitation, Maya dashed into the hospital, leaving Shelly calling after her, “Maya, where are


    you going?


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    “I just need a quick restroom break. Wait for me out here,” Maya replied.


    Brushing past Shelly, Maya swiftly pulled out her phone to dial Connor’s number.