Filed to story: Mia Bowen and Timothy Barrett Novel
Looking back on what had transpired, Mia realized that whether or not she forgave Timothy was no longer relevant.
After all back then, Timothy was obligated to marry someone like her-an orphan. It seemed unlikely that a man of his pride would have embraced such a notion. S
Nevertheless, Mia hadn’t anticipated Timothy’s persistent pursuit in the present, finding it somewhat bothersome.
But should she consider rekindling this past romance?
The next day, Mia accompanied Ginger and Sage to the hospital to visit Laura.
To their delight, Laura’s condition had improved, and her face beamed with happiness upon seeing them. Ginger had put together a special dance routine for Laura, which she executed with great enthusiasm. Despite Sage’s initial hesitation, he eventually joined in to support Ginger during the performance.
As Mia looked at Laura’s emaciated form, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of sympathy.
If Luna hadn’t orchestrated such malicious schemes, Laura could have had several more years of life ahead, free from the pain and suffering she was currently O enduring.
Mia was determined to ensure Luna faced consequences for her actions.
If it weren’t for Luna’s actions, Laura wouldn’t have experienced the fall down the stairs, leading to years of being in a vegetative state. Furthermore, Mia wouldn’t have almost lost her children prematurely, and Sage wouldn’t have been born with such delicate health.
Consequently, holding Luna accountable for her actions became a steadfast commitment for Mia.
Glancing back, Mia couldn’t help but notice Timothy diligently engrossed in his work outside, his meticulous demeanor unchanged from before.
Summoning Heath over, Mia inquired, “Any signs of activity from Luna?”
“She’s been extremely cautious, keeping a close watch. It seems she hasn’t discovered any loopholes yet.”
At Heath’s words, Mia couldn’t help but ponder her next move. She needed to find a way to shake things up with Luna.
After all, Luna was notorious for her hunger for wealth and power, often resorting to deceitful tactics despite her outward appearance of moral superiority.
With Luna ousted by Timothy and facing potential murder accusations from Laura, her chances of redemption were slim.
Therefore, Mia was confident that Luna would eventually change her tune.
Casting a glance at Heath, Mia inquired, “How are we presenting Mrs. Barrett Senior’s condition to the public?”
“As agreed, we’re stating that Mrs. Barrett Senior has regained consciousness. However, due to her prolonged coma, her memory is somewhat fragmented, and she is currently undergoing treatment.” “Excellent. No wonder Luna has been quiet. She must have been clutching onto false hope.”
Turning her attention to Timothy, Mia noticed that he had just finished his meeting.
Understanding the urgency of the situation, Mia recognized the necessity for decisive action.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she strode purposefully toward Timothy, her resolve evident in every step.
Upon hearing her approach, Timothy looked up, his gaze penetrating. “Heading out already?” he spoke up.
Having finished his urgent tasks, he had been eager for some extra time with her.
Taking a seat beside him, Mia proposed, “Not exactly. I just had a sudden idea. How about we go for a walk in the garden?”
Feeling Mia’s presence next to him, Timothy’s Adam’s apple bobbed nervously. “So, what’s on your mind?”
Raising an eyebrow, she suggested, “Well, I was thinking we could shake things up with Luna. She’d detest nothing more than seeing us back together, right? If I happen to have everything she envies, do you think she’ll be able to resist taking action?”
Facing Mia, Timothy replied, “Alright, I’m all ears.”
With that, the duo headed toward the small garden, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight.
Raising her eyes toward Laura’s hospital room, Mia recounted, “During Ginger’s performance, the sun streamed through the window, illuminating the ward beautifully and forming a natural spotlight.” S
Recalling Ginger’s dance routine, a subtle smile graced Timothy’s lips. “Indeed, she’s as lovely as a little angel,” he remarked.
“Perhaps you shouldn’t forget whose daughter she is,” Mia teased.
As her words trailed off, Mia abruptly froze, a realization hitting her. She grew wary that her comment might be misconstrued as praise for Timothy.
Meanwhile, Timothy couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. “Well, she’s certainly as beautiful as you,” he remarked.
Seated on the bench, Mia retorted, “Hey, don’t assume a few compliments will patch things up. I can be rather petty, you know.”
Undeterred, Timothy stood before
Mia, one hand casually slipped into his pocket. As the sunlight filtered through the leaves, it highlighted his handsome features even more.
In a gentle tone, he reassured her, “I know, but I’ll keep trying until the day you’re not angry anymore.”
Mia instinctively averted her gaze, surprised by Timothy’s persistence. She hadn’t expected to witness this side of him.
As she idly shuffled her foot, she suddenly noticed her untied shoelace.
Just as Mia was about to bend down, Timothy gracefully crouched in front of her, his slender fingers deftly securing the loosened lace.
Mia was momentarily taken aback, her eyes fixed on his profile. It was as if time had whisked them back to five years ago.
Before long, Mia sensed an icy gaze piercing into her back, her instincts alerting her of the identity of the observer.
It seemed Luna had taken the bait after all.
After Timothy finished tying her shoelace, Mia’s hand reached out to grab his tie, pulling him closer, Mr.
Barrett, why are you kneeling on one knee?”
Timothy’s body inclined forward slightly, his hand steadying against the bench as his eyes met hers.
Before they realized it, Timothy and Mia found themselves in close proximity.
With Mia’s fingers delicately wrapped around his tie, Timothy surrendered to her touch, resembling a compliant, large canine.
Their eyes locked in an intense gaze, a silent exchange unfolding between them.
Mia stood tall above Timothy, her gaze fixed on him.
Feeling nervous, Timothy’s throat tightened as he spoke, “Well, you could see it as my way of apologizing.”
A smile tugged at Mia’s lips as she leaned closer to him, their breaths intertwining.
At that moment, Timothy’s heart raced, his gaze locked intensely on Mia as if attempting to captivate her with his eyes.
Just as their lips were on the verge of meeting, Mia tilted her head slightly and whispered, “The fish has taken the bait. Mr. Barrett, what are you still daydreaming about?”
At Mia’s words, Timothy snapped back to reality, a subtle hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes. However, in the next instant, his hand found its way to her waist, his demeanor cloaked in ambiguity. Taken aback, Mia instinctively pushed him away.
Despite her reaction, Timothy smoothly caught her wrist. “The show isn’t over yet,” he murmured.
Mia froze, wondering if Timothy was deliberately orchestrating this moment.
But at this juncture, she couldn’t be bothered with maintaining the facade. Rising abruptly to her feet, she announced, “I believe our stroll has lasted long enough for today.” Upon hearing this, Timothy eventually stood up, a fond smile playing on his lips as he observed Mia’s departing figure.
Without hesitation, he followed after her, closing the distance between them.
In truth, Timothy didn’t spare a thought for whether Luna was watching. After all, he paid little heed to irrelevant individuals.
Once the pair had left the garden, Luna emerged from the shadows. She was dressed in her caregiver uniform, her expression tinged with melancholy.
How was it that Luna found herself at rock bottom, while Mia effortlessly secured Timothy’s affection?
If Mia were to marry Timothy in the future, she would not only inherit the Lane family fortune but also become the young mistress of the esteemed Barrett family in Bern City. It would be the pinnacle of success for her!
Luna’s envy was almost tangible. Why couldn’t she be the fortunate one instead?
In the beginning, she bore a son for Hector, who tragically passed away.
However, upon uncovering that Hector was an illegitimate child of the esteemed Barrett family, Luna felt a surge of hope within her.
She believed she could rise to the status of a mistress in a distinguished household. Despite Hector’s illegitimacy, Luna hoped to secure some financial stability as the mother of his child.
However, fate had other plans. Hector’s untimely death shattered her dreams. He never had the opportunity to return to the Barrett family and legitimize their status.
As time passed, Laura also refused to acknowledge Luna’s identity, relegating her to a modest existence in the shadows of the Barrett family.
Upon finally discovering her biological father, Luna believed she could embrace a life of luxury by his side. Unfortunately, she was ultimately manipulated and discarded by him, leaving hepwith nothing.
Why had she put in so much effort to carve out a livelihood, to dream of a better life, only to end up with nothing?
In contrast, Mia seemed to effortlessly obtain everything she desired.
Indeed, life was terribly unjust!
As Luna contemplated this, her face paled with realization.
Just then, a middle-aged woman approached her. “What are you doing here? I heard Mrs. Barrett Senior in the VIP ward upstairs is showing signs of improvement.
“Coincidentally, one of the caregivers there needs time off due to a recent family loss. Didn’t you mention having some medical knowledge before? They’re wondering if you might be up for the task.”