Mia was surprised when Ginger addressed Timothy as her dad. She''d never thought it woulde out


    from her that easily. That wasn''t what Ginger used to call Timothy back then, after all.


    A pang of frustration shot through Mia when she chanced a nce at Ginger''s expression. She could


    tell that Ginger was very fond of Timothy. She''d always been close with him, be it when Mia mistook


    Caleb as her ex-husband or when she finally cleared up the misunderstanding. Was this the bond of


    blood rtions at work? Timothy went up to Ginger and stroked her cheek. "Are you afraid?" “I''m not.


    I''m a big child now, and I''m not afraid of anything.”


    He handed her a stuffed toy. "This is for you."


    Holding the toy, Ginger nced over at the boxes piled up on the floor. "Are these all for me?"


    Timothy nodded. "Yes. You can open them and see which one you like."


    Seeing the clutter of toys in the room, Mia immediately intervened. "Ginger has never been short of


    toys ever since she was born. You didn''t have to buy that much.”


    She also noticed that the toy in Timothy''s grip appears to be the one that he bought with 500 dors at


    the mall. It certainly held a different meaning to him, given that it was bought when he was at his


    lowest. Timothy replied calmly, “It''s fine. She can keep the ones she likes and discard the ones she


    doesn''t like."


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    Mia winced at thevish disy of his wealth. Did he think he could buy Ginger''s affection with these


    toys? Ginger had been treated like a princess in the Lane family ever since she was young; she had


    every toy imaginable.


    Caleb began, "Ginger, let''s unwrap the presents."


    Ginger scrambled off her bed in glee, following Caleb on her way to pick out her presents. Meanwhile,


    Timothy turned toward Mia. "Come with me. I need to talk to you."


    Mia nodded, exiting the ward with him. She knew what he was going to talk about.


    They came to a halt in front of a window in the corridor. Mia nced at him and asked, "You want to


    ask about Ginger''s condition, don''t you?" Timothy nodded. "She looks fine to me. It seems like she''s


    doing well for her recovery.”


    A stab of guilt pierced through Mia. The reason why Ginger looked like she was in the pink was


    because she wasn''t even sick at all, thus there weren''t any signs of her ailing. However, Mia simply


    couldn''t tell him that.


    Clearing her throat, Mia answered, "Her treatment has been processing smoothly. Now that you''ve


    seen her, please leave Nord City."


    "Are you in such a hurry to drive me away? Or are you feeling guilty for hiding something from me?"


    “To be honest, Timothy, it''s not that I''m in a hurry to drive you away. I''m doing this for the sake of your


    safety. Do you still want to experience getting beaten up and ending up homeless in Nord City, even


    sleeping on a hospital bench alone?"


    Mia certainly wouldn''t admit that she was indeed keeping him in the dark. She didn''t want him to find


    out about Sage, at least now.


    Timothy took a step forward and chuckled. "So, you do care about me." "Don''t read too much into it. It''s


    not that I care about you; it''s for the sake of our child. I don''t want her to lose their father at such a


    young age."


    "Oh, is that so?"


    Mia recoiled a few steps, regaining herposure as she met Timothy''s eyes. "What else were you


    expecting? Do you think I still have feelings for you?"