In the corridor, the two men crossed paths—one disying maturity and aloofness, the other exuding a cool and distant demeanor.


    Despite the tension, the atmosphere remained remarkably tranquil.


    As they passed each other, Timothy couldn''t resistmenting, "You''re not the right match for her."


    Nichs responded with a slight smile, "As her ex-husband, you''re interfering too much."


    "You stay right there!" Timothy''s cold gaze lingered as he turned back. "Take this as a warning. Your family might not readily ept the babies she''s carrying. Given Mia''s stubborn nature, she''s likely going to keep them."


    "Actually, my family would be thrilled to wee Mia''s babies. Considering my infertility, having children naturally was never an option for me.


    "Marrying Mia would be like winning the lottery—gaining both a wife and children at once. And on top of that, we''re expecting twins. My mother would be ecstatic, don''t you think?"


    With that, Nichs casually walked away toward the restroom, leaving Timothy behind.


    The corridor''s dim lighting shadowed his face, lending an air of gloominess to his expression. In a fit of frustration, Timothy ended up punching the wall, unable to calm down.


    Upon hearing about Mia''s supposed fiancé, he nearly lost hisposure.


    Meanwhile, in the private room, Mia looked at Connor with a serious expression. "Connor, what do you mean Dr. Mendes is my fiancé? You''re intentionally trying to mess with Timothy, aren''t you?"


    She had noticed Timothy nearby, and it was likely that Connor had as well. Otherwise, he wouldn''t have intentionally uttered such provocative words.


    Putting down his utensils, Connor regarded Mia with a meaningful gaze. "Mia, you endured three years of hardship in the Barrett family. What''s wrong with me helping you reim your dignity?"


    "I''ve broken things off with him; there''s no need for all this drama. I want to part amicably," Mia stated firmly.


    "You''re too na?ve, Mia," Connor remarked. He couldn''t help but narrow his eyes.


    Despite Mia''s desire for a peaceful separation, Timothy''s actions suggested otherwise. It was clear that he was experiencing some regret and contemting a return to their previous rtionship.N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    Soon after, Nichs returned, and the trio exited the private room together.


    Mia instinctively nced at the adjacent room; its slightly open door revealed an empty space.


    It appeared that Timothy and the others had finished their meal and left early.


    Mia silently withdrew her gaze and exited the restaurant with Connor and Nichs.


    In the days that followed, Mia focused on her studies while on campus, diligently preparing for her resit exams.


    Her life gradually resumed a semnce of normalcy.


    As the eve of her exams approached, Mia couldn''t help but feel a bit nervous.


    In the family group chat, her brothers offered words of encouragement, while Patricia resorted to superstitions by sending her a lucky charm.


    Mia couldn''t help but find it amusing. It felt like facing final exams back in elementary school all over again.


    Initially, she had been only slightly nervous, but now it was escting to genuine anxiety.


    As shey down early to rest, her phone chimed with a message. ncing at it, the text read, "Are you asleep?"


    Mia''s hand hesitated over the screen. Why would Timothy message her at this hour?


    She paused for a moment, considering whether not replying might give the impression that she was overly affected.


    However, she reminded herself that she had moved on; there was no reason to feel embarrassed.


    In response, she simply replied with a "?"


    "Come downstairs," Timothy ordered, his text wasmanding.


    Mia promptly set aside her phone, drew back the curtains, and gazed toward the entrance of the residentialplex.


    The weather was delightful; she couldn''t help but notice a ck luxury car parked outside the gate, looking somewhat familiar.


    Could it really be Timothy? What was he doing here?


    Mia swiftly replied, "You should head back; I want to sleep!"


    With that, she firmly closed the curtains. Who did Timothy think he was, dictating orders like that?


    Lying in bed, Mia tossed and turned, her thoughts consumed by Timothy''s unexpectedte-night visit.