Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Chapter 570

If Mia’s other brothers were to discover her pregnancy, she feared she wouldn’t be able to hold them back.

Just as Mia was about to respond, she noticed the reflection on the wine bottle beside her–a man standing at the doorway behind her. Wasn’t that Timothy?

What a coincidence! Was his private room adjacent to theirs? How long had Timothy been standing there behind her?

Mia hesitated for a moment, exchanging a glance with Nicholas across from her. “Because the babies aren’t his,” she finally explained.

Upon hearing this, Nicholas‘ eyes betrayed a slight flicker of surprise; he wasn’t entirely convinced by Mia’s explanation.

As Mia’s words trailed off, she kept an eye on Timothy’s shadow reflected on the wine bottle.

Soon enough, he turned and retreated into the room.

Mia breathed a sigh of relief. She was resolute in keeping the twins‘ paternity a secret, intending to take them away.

Halfway through the meal, Connor arrived, fashionably late.

I ordered your favorite risotto for you,”

a smug expression. “As always, Mia

is truly a

fell silent. Was Connor once again flaunting his

the urge to jab

neighboring balcony, he deliberately remarked, “I remember

used to joke that if your family had a

my future

nearly choked on her water at the unexpected comment. Was there ever such

on the brink

his attention abruptly shifted as he caught sight of a

that Timothy?

Connor nodded decisively and remarked, “That sounds about right,

seen as your fiancé, in a way.”

herself utterly bewildered.

and turned to Nicholas, stating, “But don’t think for a moment that winning her over is a simple task. My sister is

wouldn’t meet her standards, especially not her contemptible ex–husband,

miserly, and

to handle social or domestic situations. Just thinking about him

Mia sensed a chill in the air. She glanced toward the wine bottle and spotted Timothy on

for Connor. “Connor, here, have some

hoped he would take the hint and stop talking.

of water, Connor persisted, “It’s our fault for

have been considered suitable to marry into