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Mia had assumed that taking Timothy to the business banquet yesterday would strike a blow to his pride.
Nonetheless, Timothy was not oblivious to Mia’s thoughts. He spoke calmly, “If you want me to leave, I can. However, my request is simple: let me witness Ginger’s recovery.”
Mia’s guard went up as soon as Timothy mentioned Ginger. “Ginger’s treatment will begin shortly. I’ll keep you informed once she’s fully recovered.”
“Mia, Ginger is my daughter. I want to be there for her and see her through her recovery.”
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 glanced at Timothy, unsure of how to respond.
Her expression shifted uncomfortably 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 pale complexion.
He immediately turned to Gertrude. “Get the family doctor here!” Gertrude nodded and went to make the arrangements. Observing the scene, Peyton’s expression grew complex. It seemed Timothy didn’t consider himself an outsider at all.
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 young lady 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. “But last 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.
Glancing 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 his composed demeanor surprised her. It seemed he was resolute in waiting for Ginger’s treatment to commence.
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 go later.” “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 Timothy coming out of the kitchen. “Mr. Barrett, how was breakfast?”
Timothy remained composed 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 already commenced, 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 display such arrogance!”
“Mia, don’t assume that I don’t know you’re hiding something.”
Upon hearing this, a hint of wariness flashed in Mia’s eyes. Could it be that Timothy had already sensed something?
Their gazes locked for a brief moment. Unable to contain her curiosity, Mia spoke up, “What do you think I’m hiding?”
“It sure seems like you’re withholding something from me about Ginger’s condition,” Timothy remarked.
“You’re reading too much into it,” Mia replied. “At first, I was reluctant to share this with you, but who could have anticipated that Ginger would need your bone marrow? That’s why I intentionally reached out to you.” “Is that all there is to it?” Timothy narrowed his eyes.
“What else could there possibly be?” Mia countered. “If it weren’t for Ginger’s illness, you would have gone on completely unaware of her existence for the rest of your life.”
As Mia’s words trailed off, Timothy suddenly grasped her wrist, his gaze piercing. “Mia, since I played a part in saving Ginger’s life, I believe I have the right to visit her.”
“No, you don’t!”
“You’re simply trying to deflect your guilt!”
Mia’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t anticipated Timothy’s ongoing suspicion. How could she bluff her way through this?
Just as the tension between them escalated, Peyton intervened, “Ms. Mia, it’s time for your doctor’s appointment. We need to leave.” Breathing a sigh of relief, Mia turned toward the door. However, Timothy quickly caught up, questioning, “Why do you have a doctor’s appointment?”
“Well, typically, one schedules a doctor’s appointment for medical reasons, right? What other reason could there be?” Mia replied curtly, striding toward the car with Peyton by her side.
She whispered to Peyton, “I don’t want to see him.”
The next moment, Timothy found himself blocked by the other bodyguards, watching helplessly as Mia got into the car and drove away.
“Timmo, what exactly did you do to upset Ms. Mia? Could it be that you didn’t attend to her properly last night?” Miguel inquired seriously, his hand resting on Timothy’s shoulder.
Timothy’s demeanor soured, his lips forming a thin line. “Get your filthy hands off me.”
“Hey, Timmo, what’s with the attitude? Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean you can cozy up to Ms. Mia and change your life.”
In an instant, Timothy threw a punch, his frustration boiling over. “Shut your mouth!”
Enraged by the blow, Miguel retaliated, charging forward and shouting, “You think spending one night with Ms. Mia makes you superior? How dare you hit me!”
Their altercation quickly escalated into a brawl, leaving Gertrude and the other bodyguards stunned.
Meanwhile, in the car, Mia took a moment to compose herself. She glanced at Peyton and expressed her gratitude, “Thanks for your quick thinking back there. Without your help, I wouldn’t have known how to fend off Timothy.”
Mia was taken aback by how quickly Timothy had caught on to the situation.
Peyton’s expression shifted as he received a message from the villa. “Ms. Mia, there’s been an altercation between Mr. Barrett and Miguel.” “A fight? Between them?”
Mia was surprised. She hadn’t anticipated Timothy getting into a physical fight; it seemed out of character for him as the aloof and dignified CEO.
She became intrigued. “What led to the fight?”
“We’re not entirely sure yet.”
“And who emerged victorious?”
“Mr. Barrett did.”
Upon hearing Peyton’s response, Mia’s surprise grew. “I recall Miguel being quite skilled in fighting, having even won some prestigious competitions. How could he have lost?”
Peyton shared Mia’s bewilderment. It was indeed unusual for Miguel to be defeated. Did Timothy truly possess remarkable fighting skills? Considering Timothy’s abilities, Mia grew increasingly concerned about preventing him from visiting the hospital and possibly encountering Sage during his treatment.
After all, Timothy remained unaware that Ginger wasn’t the one currently receiving treatment.
Before long, Mia arrived at the hospital for her session with Ryan. She looked forward to regaining her lost memories and uncovering the truth. Turning to Mia, Ryan delivered some encouraging news, “Ms. Mia, there has been notable improvements in your condition.
“Initially, Mr. Dominic proposed hypnosis to help manage those distressing memories. However, considering your current stability, any resurfacing memories shouldn’t be a concern.”
“So, if I decide to stop the hypnosis now, will all my memories come back?”
Ryan affirmed with a nod. “Yes, that’s correct.”
After a moment of contemplation, Mia made up her mind. “Alright, let’s end the hypnosis now.”
Her determination to uncover her past fueled her decision.
However, just as Mia was on the verge of commencing the treatment, Peyton burst into the room urgently.
“Ms. Mia, the hospital is on the line. They’ve reported an issue with Mr. Sage’s treatment and require your immediate presence!”
“Alright. I’ll head there right away.”
Mia’s expression shifted to concern. The primary focus now was to reach the hospital promptly; lifting the hypnosis became a secondary concer.
Throughout the journey, Mia’s hands trembled with anxiety.
Upon arriving at the hospital, she found Nicholas and inquired, “What’s the matter with Sage’s treatment?”
Nicholas met Mia’s gaze with a somber expression. “I’m sorry, Mia. I promised you that once the bone marrow matching treatment concluded, Sage would recover.
“However, there’s been a setback. It seems Sage may need to undergo further treatment.”
Mia let out a relieved sigh. “I was worried there was a serious complication. You don’t need to apologize.
