Mia stood on the bustling street, watching him intently.
Passersby couldn't help but notice Timothy's striking appearance, causing them to turn their heads.
Under the dim streetlight, Timothy's gaze appeared somewhat uneasy as he responded, "Mia, are you truly that self-absorbed?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Timothy immediately regretted them, pursing his lips.
Mia nodded. "Well, Mr. Barrett, if you're not interested in me, please stop being around me or making these kind gestures. It might give me the wrong idea that you're developing feelings for me."
Timothy's throat tightened. "I do these things because... because I want to compensate for neglecting you over the past three years."
It seemed that Mia wasn't the stereotypical gold-digger he had once imagined.
Mia's eyes showed a subtle fatigue, her mouth carrying a hint of bitterness. She replied with a feigned nonchalance, "Compensate? So, what do you think I'm lacking right now?"
Considering Mia's position as the heiress of the Lane family, Timothy believed she lacked nothing and was well-provided for.
He pursed his lips, responding, "This is different."
But Mia pushed back, saying, "There's nothing different. When the Barrett family turned me away, Mr. Barrett, there was no trace of guilt from you. It was just your family's condescension and oppression.
"Now, as the heiress of the Lane family, I have everything I could want. So, when you suddenly claim it's out of guilt that you want to compensate me, who would believe such a story?"
Timothy frowned. "Do you think I'm treating you this way because of your status? Is that the impression you have of me?"
"Then what, Mr. Barrett? If you genuinely regret your actions, then act like a decent ex-husband! Stop pretending as if you don't exist."
Timothy's expression turned grim. Mia had previously compared a responsible ex-husband to being essentially nonexistent.
After Mia spoke, she turned and walked away.
Within moments, Antonio's car pulled up beside her. "Ms. Mia, are you ready to leave?"
Without a word, Mia bent down and entered the car.
She leaned back in her seat, mulling over Timothy's words. They struck her as utterly absurd.
The notion of him compensating her felt unnecessary. She didn't need it at all.
Timothy stood alone on the roadside for a while before eventually entering his car.
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