Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen ( Mia Bowen ) novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192 

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Timothy scowled. “Mom, I have a meeting to attend soon. You should head home first.” 

“Right. Don’t overexert yourself during work.” Sharon merely advised, as she never intervened in his work. 

No matter how many words hovered at the tip of her tongue, she could only swallow them. 

Once she left, he headed downstairs to the living room. 

Heath quickly reported, “Mr. Barrett, the driver dropped off Mrs. Barrett at home.” 

Timothy hummed in response and reclined on the couch. A hint of concern creased his brows. 

He faced Heath. “You can clock off for the day.” 

Finally, Heath could call it a day and leave the house. 

Timothy stared at the message from Mia, as well as the transaction. He furrowed his brows. 

Pursing his lips, he typed, ‘I’ll wire the money back to you.‘ 

As soon as he sent that, he noticed Mia’s profile picture wasn’t visible to him anymore, indicating that she 

may have deleted his number. 

The temperature around him dipped, and Timothy stared at his phone screen for the rest of the day before 

dialing her number. 

Did Mia really delete his number? He couldn’t believe it. 

Meanwhile, Mia was still in the car when she received his call. 

She had not intended to answer the call, but she thought it would be impolite of her since she had hitched a 

ride from his driver. 

As the call connected, Timothy gritted his teeth. “Mia Bowen, how dare you delete my number!” 

Her lips tightened. “I just did as your mother told me.” 

“Are you her servant? Why are you following her orders?” He flared with anger. 

His questions rendered her speechless, leading to a strained silence. 

Mia’s gaze dropped to the ground. “Actually, there’s no need for us to keep in contact anymore, considering our relationship now. It’s best if we cut ties for good,” she said firmly. 

“Why do we have to do it your way? How am I supposed to tell Grandma about this?” Timothy questioned. 

“She won’t check your phone just to find out if we deleted each other’s contact number. Besides, we have nothing to do with each other after the divorce. Don’t exes have to act like strangers?” Mia countered. 

The driver, overhearing the argument, broke into a cold sweat. 

“Fine.” A snort preceded the call’s end. 

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Mia glanced out the window, gently caressing her slightly protruding belly. 

“That’s right. We have nothing to do with each other after the divorce.” 

She looked at her Twitter account and contemplated if she should register a new account. 

Otherwise, sharing baby photos in the future would pose a challenge. 

Mia arrived home find a worried Patricia. 

“Mia, your adoptive parents found out about the demolition. They visited the old neighborhood this afternoon.