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Chapter 432

Mia grabbed the tote bag and turned, facing Timothy. “I’m totally fine anyways. I was just too tired and
my blood sugar level was low.”
His eyes darkened and he stood. “I’ll give you a ride.”
“No, thank you. I can take a cab home. We’re heading in different directions. I’ve troubled you enough.
You’ve taken me to the hospital. How could I let you drive me home again? It’s fine, really.”
The distance she intended to put displeased him. “Are you afraid that someone might misunderstand
something after seeing you taking my car?”
Mia couldn’t understand how he came to that conclusion. “You’re the one misunderstanding here. I
simply don’t want to waste your precious time, Mr. Barrett.”
Having said that, she left the room. After barely taking a few steps, she could hear steady footsteps
behind her.
Mia entered the elevator and that bastard followed along. Due to the little space, they stood very close
to each other.
The elevator stopped at the next floor and the people filled the space. One of them was an old man
sitting in a wheelchair.
The elevator was filled to the brim.
The sight of the crowd prompted Mia to retreat, protecting her baby.
However, the lady in front of her drew in the distance too much so that her grandchild could play. The
boy was playing with a ball, immersed in his own world.
Feeling the press on her stomach, Mia frowned. “Could you give me some space? I can’t go backward
anymore.”
The lady pointed at her nose, barking. “Miss, this elevator is small to begin with. How can I make space
for you?
“If I go forward and hurt my grandson, would you be able to handle the circumstances? He’s still a little
kid!”
The scolding caught Mia off guard.
Right then, someone pulled her into an embrace. Timothy turned around to block everything before her.
Thanks to Timothy, Mia took a corner all by herself and it wasn’t that cramped anymore.
Blankly, she stared at him as his scent surrounded her. It was a faint yet distinctive scent, mixed with
the
smell of detergent.
That was her favorite and most familiar scent.
She took care of his outfits and clothes for three years. Even the detergent was handpicked by herself.
At that moment, the boy cried because there wasn’t enough space for him to play.
Furious, the old lady turned her head to scold Mia, “You youngsters are getting in the way! My
grandson can’t play anymore. Don’t you know how to respect the elderly and care for the children?”
Before Mia could respond to that. Timothy riveted the old lady with his intimidating glare.
Her voice drowned out so suddenly, losing its boldness.
Timothy then looked at the crying boy. “Monsters kidnap and eat kids who play in elevators.”
The crying boy wailed harder at that, a genuine cry of fear.
At the same time, Mia was completely baffled.
The old lady didn’t back down. “You better explain yourselves! Who are you to scare kids like that?”