Upon hearing Eva''s words, Timothy froze in ce, his eyes momentarily betraying his bewilderment.
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Love?
The notion had never crossed his mind before.
“Timothy, your silence speaks volumes. It''s clear that Mia doesn''t hold a special ce in your heart. So
why do you keep entangling yourself with her?"
Eva''s calm voice effortlessly cornered Timothy, leaving him with no escape.
Timothy remained rooted on his spot, realizing he was trapped with no way out.
In that instant, he felt even more vulnerable than when he was surrounded and attacked by those
bodyguards earlier.
Though his throat moved, Timothy couldn''t manage to utter a single word in response.
With a faint smile ying on her lips, Eva observed, "Since you don''t love Mia, there''s no need to keep
up this facade. Gaining custody of Ginger is an unattainable goal for you, and if your heart isn''t in it,
why bother? After all, wasn''t it you who filed for divorce?"
Tiny droplets of sweat began to form on Timothy''s forehead as he faced Eva''s probing questions,
unsure of how to respond.
He knew that any attempts to defend himself now would be futile.
"Mr. Barrett, it''s time for you to leave. There''s no ce for you here," Eva dered.
As she turned away, Timothy''s voice broke the silence. "She''s always been in my heart.”
"Mr. Barrett, merely having her in your heart isn''t enough. Do you truly love her, or is it just your guilt
speaking?"
Eva''s interrogation left Timothy with nowhere to turn to, forcing him to confront his true feelings.
Timothy''s voice lowered,den with uncertainty. “I''m not even sure what love truly means. Mia, she''s...
she''s different to me. If this is what love feels like..."
"Mr. Barrett, love doesn''t entertain “ifs''," Eva interjected firmly, her gaze unwavering. "If you don''t truly
love Mia, then you have no right to involve yourself in her life. As her family, please understand our
wish to safeguard her heart. It''s about mutual respect, isn''t it?"
At that moment, Timothy felt like a defeated soldier, standing forlornly in ce.
Eva''s words had indeed struck a chord within him.
Timothy''s gaze remained fixed on the hospital room door. Nheless, he couldn''t muster the courage
to push it open and step inside. Meanwhile, Eva entered the hospital room and immediately sensed the
heavy burden of guilt written across Mia''s expression.
"Did you overhear our conversation just now?" Eva spoke up.
Mia responded awkwardly, "What conversation? I couldn''t hear anything from here."
"Stop pretending. Your shoe fell off by the door!" Eva replied, nudging Mia''s shoe away.
As Mia''s gaze fell upon the discarded shoe, she knew she had been caught red-handed.
Seated on the hospital bed, Mia inquired, "Eva, why did you ask him that question?"
"What question?"
Mia hesitated before continuing, "You know, the one about whether he loves me or not."
"Why not? Can''t I ask him that?"
“It''s just... it''s embarrassing. We''ve been divorced for so many years, and now you''re asking him if he
loves me. It makes it seem like I still have feelings for him or something.”
Mia had anticipated Eva scolding Timothy, so she was taken aback when Eva posed the question
about his love for her.
This question caught her off guard.
Setting the food container before Mia, Eva met her gaze and inquired, "Why are you getting so worked
up?"
"Worked up? Me?" Mia hesitated, her hand clutching the te. "I just find it awkward that you asked
him that question, that''s all.”
"Mia, you''ve never been so hung up on a question before. What''s gotten into you today?"
Mia confessed, "Eva, I''ve regained my memories. I remember everything from before.”
"What? Is it because of the concussion?"
Mia nodded solemnly. “Yes, but even before the concussion, I''ve been gradually recalling bits and
pieces of my past. I understand why you had the hypnotherapist erase those memories for my well-
being, but at this point, I no longer care.”