Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Ultimately, Sharon revealed herself as a selfish individual. For years, she had kept the truth hidden for her own benefit, portraying herself as the victim in the situation.

Suddenly, Sharon's voice erupted with indignation as she said, "But did I say anything wrong? If my son were still here, he wouldn't dare treat me like this.

"It's because Timothy's not my flesh and blood, but rather the offspring of that mistress. That explains why he acts this way.

"However, considering I raised him since he was young, shouldn't he repay me for my efforts? Just look at how he treats me now."

Timothy's expression remained impassive as he replied, "I understand. What is it that you want?"

Sharon voiced her request. "Well, I want to inherit everything that belongs to the Barrett family. Since you're not interested in heirs and intend to donate the family's entire fortune, why not designate it all to me? "It's only fair, considering my past contributions. Without my intervention, could you have regained your position as the Barrett family heir? Timothy, don't forget that everything and everyone you have today is thanks to me."

After taking a moment to think, Timothy replied, "I can't hand over complete ownership of the Barrett family's assets to you, but I'm open to transferring all the shares to you. However, you'll only have the right to receive dividends without any involvement in the company's management."

"Fair enough. Money holds its value regardless. And given my age, I'm not exactly well-suited for running a company.

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that settled, Sharon adjusted her

vigilant, ensuring all entrances and exits were

and asked, "Are you really

composed as he replied, "If that's what she wants, then so be it. Given my circumstances, these assets shouldn't be mine to

but feel a twinge of

understood that the Barrett

the topic swiftly, Mia suggested, "Shall we proceed

lounge, where the table was soon

melancholy was evident, even to Ginger and

freshly baked pie in front of Timothy. "This one's a real delight," she exclaimed cheerfully. "It's so delicious

hair before savoring a few

silently observed from the sidelines. It was clear that words had limited impact at this moment. Afterall, Timothy was well-versed with the