Timothy''s expression grew serious. "I wasn''t there for you two years ago, so now that Ginger is sick, I
absolutely cannot leave her side for even a moment."
Mia nced at Timothy, unsure of how to respond.
Her expression shifted ufortably as she stood up. Out of nowhere, everything around her blurred,
and a sharp, stabbing pain shot through her head as if tiny needles were piercing her brain.
"What''s wrong?" Timothy swiftly rushed to Mia''s side, noticing her paleplexion.
He immediately turned to Gertrude. "Get the family doctor here!" Gertrude nodded and went to make
the arrangements. Observing the scene, Peyton''s expression grewplex. It seemed Timothy didn''t
consider himself an outsider at all.
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Mia awkwardly pushed Timothy away. "I''m okay, I just feel a bit dizzy. I probably had too much to drink
last night."
"As the youngdy of the Lane family, you don''t need to resort to alcohol to entertain guests.”
Seated on the sofa, Mia opened her eyes and met Timothy''s gaze. "Butst night''s business banquet
was an exception for me."
She wasn''t just some pampered heiress, after all.
Soon, the family doctor, Finley Robinson, arrived to examine Mia. "Ms. Mia appears to be in good
health. The dizziness is probably just a result of a hangover,” he informed.
Standing nearby, Peyton hesitated to speak, wondering if Mia''s old ailment had resurfaced. However,
with Timothy present, Peyton felt uneasy about addressing the matter.
ncing at Timothy, Mia remarked, "See? I told you there''s nothing to worry about."
Timothy''s expression softened slightly. "Having some breakfast might help.”
As Mia settled into her seat at the dining table, her eyes couldn''t help but wander to Timothy, who had
followed her.
With a mischievous smile, she deliberately inquired, "Peyton, where do bodyguards usually have their
meals?"
Peyton replied calmly, "They typically eat in the designated staff area.” As Peyton finished speaking,
Mia rested her chin on her hand, offering Timothy a sly smile. “Timmo, why don''t you go and have your
meal?" Unfazed, Timothy turned and left the dining room.
Mia had anticipated Timothy''s reaction to be one of anger, but hisposed demeanor surprised her. It
seemed he was resolute in waiting for Ginger''s treatment tomence.
However, Mia had been deceiving Timothy all along. It wasn''t Ginger who needed treatment, but rather
Ginger''s brother, Sage.
Did Mia really have to orchestrate Ginger''s fake illness in the hospital to deceive Timothy?
At that moment, Peyton approached, speaking softly, "Ms. Mia, was that headache a recurrence of your
previous condition? Would you like Dr. Grayson to examine you?"
Recalling the strange yet familiar scenes from her dream the previous night, Mia nodded. "Yes, please
make the arrangements. I''ll goter." "But Mr. Barrett is also here. Shouldn''t we find a reason to send
him away?"
“That won''t be necessary."
After all, Timothy was already aware of Mia''s amnesia.
Following breakfast, Mia observed Timothying out of the kitchen. "Mr. Barrett, how was breakfast?"
Timothy remainedposed as he replied, "It was fine.”
Mia was somewhat surprised by Timothy''s calm demeanor. Approaching her, Timothy inquired, "When
does Ginger''s treatment start? I''d like to go see her."
"Actually, Ginger''s treatment has alreadymenced, and everything is progressing smoothly so far.
Dominic and Eva have been taking turns staying at the hospital. If they were to see you, what do you
think would happen?"
Unease flickered in Mia''s gaze. She couldn''t risk Timothy witnessing the treatment process; it would
undoubtedly jeopardize their cover. Timothy''s response was resolute. "Whatever consequences there
may be, I''ll face them myself. I won''t leave until I witness Ginger''s recovery.” Mia''s frustration reached a
boiling point. “Timothy, you''re merely a bodyguard now. Don''t disy such arrogance!"
"Mia, don''t assume that I don''t know you''re hiding something.”