Meet My Brothers

Soon after, Mia and Patricia arrived home with the children, ready to freshen up and get ready for bed.

As Mia settled onto the plush mattress, she took a quiet moment to observe Sage and Ginger, peacefully asleep beside her. Gazing out the window, she found herself absorbed in the vibrant cityscape outside the constant motion of cars and people. After all these years, returning to such tranquility was beyond anything Mia could have imagined.

With Sage and Ginger snugly tucked in beside her, Mia's heart brimmed with gratitude for the happiness she now embraced.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

The next day, Mia prepared to take Sage and Ginger to the hospital to visit Laura, feeling hopeful that today might be the day Laura finally woke up.

Shortly after they finished breakfast, a knock echoed through the house.

Curious, Patricia headed to the door. "Who's there?" she called out.

To Mia's surprise, their neighbor from the previous day stood outside, holding a generous array of fruits.

"Hello, Aunt Patricia. I spoke to a friend yesterday about our conversation. When his son saw a photo of Ms. Lane, he was genuinely impressed. He's willing to meet her and is completely accepting of her having children."

Patricia's expression darkened instantly. "Please, take your things and leave. Mia isn't interested in a blind date."

Despite Patricia's clear dismissal, the neighbor set the fruits down and hurried away.

Fuming with indignation, Patricia exclaimed, "Who does that?"

Stepping forward, Mia gently grasped Patricia's arm. "Don't worry. We'll ask the property management to handle this. I'm taking Sage and Ginger to the hospital now. Call me if anything comes up." "Okay, go ahead."

Patricia's irritation deepened as her eyes lingered on the neglected fruits.

Meanwhile, Mia brushed off the incident and proceeded to take Sage and Ginger to the hospital.

Curious, Ginger looked up at Mia and asked, "Mommy, are you going to meet someone?"

"Don't worry about what the adults say. Mommy isn't going on any blind dates." Mia reassured her.

With Sage and Ginger in tow, she made her way upstairs to the intensive care unit.

Outside, Mia spotted Timothy sitting on a bench, his laptop perched on his thighs, with a pile of files scattered around him.

It was evident that he had spent the entire night there.

Mia certainly empathized with the demands of Timothy's job. She knew them all too well herself.

Without hesitation, Ginger dashed over and settled into the chair beside Timothy. "Is Great-Grandma Laura awake?" She bubbled with excitement.

Timothy's demeanor softened at

Ginger's presence. "She briefly regained consciousness, which is a positive sign. The doctors are optimistic that she'll awaken again later. Fortunately, her condition seems to have stabilized," he reassured.

Mia nodded in relief. "That's good to hear."

Observing the dark circles under Timothy's eyes, Mia wondered if he had slept at all in the past few days.

She wrestled with the urge to broach the topic but ultimately decided against it.

Turning to Heath, Mia asked, "Has he had anything to eat?"

Heath seized the opportunity to voice his concerns. "Ms. Lane, I'll be honest. Since Mr. Barrett's return, he hasn't rested at all. He's constantly

in

Meetings with hospital staff or

buried in work. He's hardly touched his meals. Could you perhaps talk to him?"

Mia's expression shifted uncomfortably. "I might not be able to convince him, but go ahead and bring the food over. Maybe someone else could persuade him to eat."

With Ginger's innate empathy in

mind, Mia hoped she could make a difference in this situation. After all, Ginger had a knack for showing

kindness even to strangers on the

street.

Recognizing Mia's intention, Heath quickly organized for food to be delivered.

Ten minutes later, a cart arrived, filled not only with meals for adults but also with sweets and snacks that children adore.

Ginger's eyes gleamed with excitement as she took in the spread before her, her enthusiasm palpable. Meanwhile, Timothy gave Heath a look of approval, expressing his gratitude for his consideration. Turning to Ginger, he said, "Feel free to grab whatever you want. I need to attend a video conference."

With that, Timothy efficiently opened his laptop and began organizing the meeting.

In the midst of this, Ginger reached for a piece of fried chicken and offered it to Timothy, her voice soft and innocent as she suggested, "You should try some of this."

Watching this scene unfold, the executives in the video conference were collectively taken aback, their astonishment apparent in their reactions.