Upon hearing Connor''s words, Mia couldn''t help but feel guilty. She nervously fidgeted and said,
"Connor, it''s a long story."
"Perfect, I have plenty of time to listen,” Connor quipped.
He was also curious as to why Mia chose to keep Timothy as her bodyguard. Did she still harbor
feelings for him?
Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, Mia exined, “Initially, I intended to dismiss Timothy when I
went to the hospital. But I ended up keeping him around as a bodyguard just to see him embarrass
himself. I never expected him to be so persistent and stay by my side.”
Mia had only wanted to y a prank on Timothy, which was why she kept him around as her
bodyguard.
"Mia, Timothy is a cunning man. Don''t let his words deceive you. It might be safer to keep your distance
from him. What do you say about that?" Connor suggested.
“I understand, Connor. By the way, where''s Timothy now? Is he alive?" Connor''s response was sharp
and direct. "Why are you so worried about someone insignificant? Whether he''s dead or alive, it''s none
of your concern."
Mia let out a sigh and replied, "Connor, it''s not like I care deeply about him. But he is the biological
father of my twins. We can''t just wish for his death, can we?"
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“If Timothy wasn''t the father of your children, he''d be long gone by now."
Mia felt a sense of relief upon hearing Connor''s words. It seemed that Timothy was still alive.
"Mia, listen to me carefully. Please don''t let Timothy near you anymore. He brings nothing but trouble.
Every time he''s around, something bad happens to you. Try to avoid him as much as possible, do you
understand?" Connor reminded her again.
Mia raised her hand and swore earnestly, "Okay, Connor, I promise. I''ll make sure to keep my distance
from him in the future.”
Connor''s demeanor softened as he saw her adorable gesture ofmitment. "Mia, are you feeling
hungry? I can go grab some dinner for you."
“I''m really craving those street tacos. Thanks, Connor!"
Shortly after Connor left, Peyton entered the room, pushing the door open gently. "Ms. Mia, is there
anything you need?"
Lowering her voice, Mia inquired, "How''s Timothy doing?"
Peyton hesitated briefly before responding, "Honestly, the situation isn''t great."
Upon hearing this, Mia tensed. "My brothers didn''t leave him crippled, did they? Or did they turn him
into some sort of freak?"
“It''s not that severe. Referring to him as a freak is a bit harsh, but he dide close to being crippled.”
Peyton proceeded to recount the events outside the operating room. As Mia listened to Peyton''s
ount of Connor nearly stabbing Timothy with a surgical knife, her emotions became entangled. She
spoke slowly, "He didn''t even try to dodge?"
Was Timothy truly unafraid of death?
After all, given Mia''s brothers’ genuine animosity toward him, they would undoubtedly act upon it
without hesitation.
“Yes, Mr. Barrett''s skills are quite impressive. However, at that moment, he didn''t budge an inch,
showing no signs of backing down. He was adamant about seeing you, Ms. Mia. Isn''t that
commendable?"
Mia''s eyes betrayed a hint of sarcasm upon hearing this. "Do you seriously find his actions admirable?"
Peyton paused for a moment before replying, “I mean, considering Mr. Barrett''s status and position, it''s
indeed remarkable for him to go to such lengths.”
Besides, wealthy and powerful men like Timothy typically had no shortage of romantic options.
Hence, it was highly unusual for someone of his stature to take such perilous risks, especially when
their life was at stake.
Just then, Mia voiced her thoughts, "Love that arriveste is like dyed rain; it doesn''t offer much. It
reminds me of all the experiences I had with the Barrett family.
“Timothy never really cared about me back then; he was distant and neglectful. He even handed me
divorce papers and kicked me out. It''s hard to shake off that bitterness.”