Filed to story: Mia Bowen and Timothy Barrett Novel
Timothy accompanied her to the private hospital room, stealing a glance at Heath by his side.
His voice carried a hint of tension as he instructed, “Please ensure the necessary arrangements are made according to Dr. Hudson’s instructions.”
Heath placed Mia’s canvas bag on the bedside table before leaving the room. Timothy lingered beside the bed, watching over Mia as she slept.
Despite her lips retaining a slight paleness, her complexion showed a significant improvement from before.
Suddenly, the sound of a ringing phone emanated from Mia’s canvas bag.
Timothy glanced in its direction and impulsively reached out to check. The caller ID displayed: “Claudie.”
Upon seeing the caller ID displaying “Claudie”. Timothy’s brow furrowed in confusion. Who could Claudie possibly be?
He continued to stare at Mia’s phone which was ringing persistently.
Unable to resist any longer. Timothy eventually picked up the phone.
Claude’s voice greeted him from the other end, “Mia, I’m at the university entrance. Have your lectures. finished? I’m waiting for you outside.”
Upon hearing a male voice. Timothy’s demeanor immediately turned cold. “She doesn’t need you to wait for her.”
“Who is this?”
As Timothy answered the call, Claude’s expression darkened. “Let’s keep this conversation civil. Maybe you should let Mia go first. Whether you’re after money or want to discuss terms, that’s your call.”
Timothy was taken aback. He had never been in need of money before.
His lips pressed together into a thin line. “That’s something I should be saying. In the future, perhaps your and your family should stay away from Mia. Otherwise, don’t expect me to be forgiving.”
With that, Timothy hung up the phone.
Claude was left perplexed, trying to make sense of the situation.
Could Mia have been kidnapped again?
Claude panicked as he called Jason, “Jason, it’s serious. Mia might be in danger again.”
“What’s the matter? Tell me everything.
Claude nervously recounted his phone conversation, his words slightly stuttering. “Guess who picked up the call? He sounded incredibly arrogant! But if I remember correctly, isn’t Felix stillin custody?”
Jason paused for a moment before speaking, “Do you have a recording of the phone call? If you do, could you please let me listen to the voice? I might be able to identify the person.”
Claude quickly forwarded the recording and called Jason again, unable to contain his impatience. “Have you listened to it? Who was the caller?”
“If my memory serves me right, it sounded like Timothy,” Jason replied.
Claude paused, taken aback at the mention of Timothy’s name. “Timothy Barrett? The son of Bern City’s richest man? Isn’t he the guy Maya, the phony heiress, was talking about marrying?”
“Yes, that’s him.” Jason confirmed.
Claude clenched his teeth in frustration. “You heard what Timothy just said, right? That’s not something a regular guy would say.
“He definitely has ulterior motives toward Mial And now he’s even got Mia in his hands.”
“I see your point. But if Mia is with Timothy, at least she should be safe. I’ll handle it, so don’t worry,” Jason reassured.
“Why shouldn’t I be concerned? Mia is my sister too, you know. Why do I sense there’s something you’re not telling me? Is there a history between Mia and Timothy?”
Claude, being the rogue he was, had a sharp instinct for such matters.
Timothy’s warning to stay away from Mia only heightened Claude’s suspicion that there was more to their relationship than met the eye.
Claude was eager for answers, but Jason remained silent, unwilling to disclose anything.
The more
Claude dwelled on the situation, the more unsettled he became.
He was aware that Mia had worked as a caretaker for Laura in the Barrett residence, a role that essentially reduced her to that of a maid in such affluent households.
But what could possibly blossom between a lowly maid and an heir to a wealthy family?
Regardless of the outcome, Mia would inevitably bear the brunt of it all.
Claude clenched his teeth in anger. If Timothy did harm Mia, he swore he wouldn’t let Timothy get away with it!
In the lavish hospital room, Mia slowly regained consciousness.
She blinked against the harsh light from the ceiling, slowly taking in her surroundings.
Instinctively, she reached for her belly, wondering where her babies were.
Could Timothy have instructed the doctors to perform an abortion without her consent?
“What are you searching for?” Timothy’s deep voice suddenly echoed.
Looking up, Mia found Timothy by the window and asked anxiously. “Where are my babies? Did you do something to them?”
Observing Mia’s disbelief. Timothy became somewhat irritated. Was this how she perceived him?
Raising his gaze, Timothy retorted, “Well, what else do you expect? It’s not like the babies are mine. Why would I want to keep them?”
Upon hearing his words, Mia felt utterly dumbstruck. Lowering her head, she stared at her belly, tears streaming down her face.
Were her babies gone?
Observing Mia’s tears, Timothy regretted his jest, realizing it had gone too far. “Please, don’t cry-“
But before he could finish, Mia suddenly sprang from the bed and charged toward him. “Timothy, I’ve had enough of this!”
Alarmed by her sudden movement and concerned she might harm herself, Timothy swiftly pushed his laptop aside and moved to catch her.
However, in the next instant, Mia firmly seized his neck.
She flipped over and straddled Timothy, her hands squeezing his neck tightly. With her babies gone, she was determined to make him pay!
Timothy’s throat ached with pain, yet he refrained from forcefully pushing Mia away. Frowning, he battled through the discomfort, coughing as he managed to say, “Let go of me!”
“I won’t! Timothy, you’re a murderer!” Mia exclaimed.
ung open.
Just then, the hospital room door swung
Dakota and Genevieve, stepping in for their rounds, were taken aback by the sight unfolding before them.
Mia was straddling Timothy on the small sofa by the window, their embrace tight and intimate.
The scenario was undoubtedly ambiguous, leaving room for misinterpretation.
Dakota’s brow furrowed. “What’s going on here?”
Upon hearing Dakota’s voice, Mia gradually released her grip. However, her body remained tense, and she found herself pulled into Timothy’s arms.
She forcefully pushed Timothy away, not wanting any contact with him.
Timothy remained composed. “Let’s not make a scene. People are watching.”
Mia was caught off guard.
With a serious expression, Dakota addressed Mia. “How could you behave like this in a hospital, especially considering you’re pregnant, and with twins?”
Mia was stunned, staring at Dakota in disbelief. “Are you saying… my babies are okay?”
“Yes, they’re still here. Mr. Barrett was quite adamant when he brought you in. If we couldn’t ensure the safety of your babies, it would jeopardize the hospital’s reputation.
“So, rest assured, both you and your twins are safe.”
As these words settled in, Mia stared at Timothy in disbelief.
She had anticipated Timothy pushing for an abortion, but instead, he had instructed the doctors to prioritize the safety of her babies.
Mia realized she had misunderstood Timothy’s intentions.
Leaning back in his chair, Timothy looked at her calmly. “So, do you understand now?”
Mia belatedly realized and asked, “Why did you intentionally say that then?”
“What did I say? Wasn’t it simply a misunderstanding on your part?”
Mia was furious, fighting the urge to slap Timothy.
Blushing, she pulled away from Timothy’s embrace. With the knowledge that her babies were safe, her composure returned.