Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Upon learning about Mia's head injury, Peyton grew deeply worried. He swiftly reached out to the doctors at the private hospital and hurried there without delay.

The medical team at the private hospital was already on standby. Unbeknownst to Mia, Connor happened to be among the hospital staff members.

As Timothy carried Mia out of the car, Connor was taken aback to see him. "What are you doing here?" he exclaimed in surprise.

Mia realized she was in a difficult situation as soon as she heard Connor's voice. There was no way she could hide anymore.

Deciding to go along with it, Mia closed her eyes and pretended to faint. Stepping forward, Timothy gently lowered Mia into a wheelchair. "Now isn't the time for questions,” he stated firmly.

"She sustained a head injury from being hit with a bag, and she's experiencing nausea and dizziness. It seems to be a mild concussion.” Observing Mia's pallid complexion, Connor didn't bother questioning Timothy's presence. Instead, he swiftly wheeled Mia into the operating room for assessment.

Meanwhile, Timothy stood guard outside the operating room, his eyes blazing with a cold fury at the mere thought of Mia's injury.

It appeared that the Bowen family was truly despicable.

Before long, Dylan arrived. He approached Peyton and asked, "What's the situation?"

still conducting tests. Let's hope for the best

standing outside, his expression became more nuanced, a mixture of

of the relationship

from the

over to him, his concern evident. "How is

here with Mia?" he questioned disdainfully. “I knew trouble would follow

"How's Mia? What's her

worried about Mia, huh?" Connor shot back. “If

never answered my question. Weren't you supposed to have gone back to

silent in the face of Connor's accusations, only repeating, "I just

here, Barrett, you've got no business knowing anything about her condition!" Connor was utterly furious;

"Get someone to remove this man immediately. Keep him

he retorted, "I won't leave until

seems you're not one to heed warnings," Connor remarked, his tone sharp.

bodyguards. Casting a glance in Timothy's direction, he commanded, "Give him a good beating, would you? If he refuses to leave, incapacitate him!" Indeed, Connor had been itching