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Chapter 493

Hearing that, Mia turned to look at the door. Timothy was there!
She froze, not expecting him to be here as well.
His eyes were deep and she couldn’t read his emotions.
Slowly, he walked into the room with his coat draping his shoulder. Since he was wearing his suit, it
seemed like he had just come from work.
Laura spared him a glance. “Why aren’t you answering? I asked you a question.”
Mia dropped her gaze as she didn’t have the nerve to look at his expression. A weight hung in the air.
Still, wasn’t this what they had come to compromise in the end?
“Mia, come outside with me for a moment.”
Before she could react, he pulled her out of the room by the wrist.
She scurried because she couldn’t keep up with his large strides. “Timothy, what is it?”
Timothy stopped and turned. “Have you never thought that the truth would be too much for her to take
in?
What if she had fainted? She has yet to be discharged!”
“But didn’t we agree that I’ll be the one to tell her the truth a few days ago? Why are you making it
seem
like I made a mistake?” She flung his hand away. “Timothy, do you think that lying to her is the best way
to go?”
He pursed his lips. “I didn’t know you’d tell her this soon without waiting until she is discharged. You’re
worried that we won’t divorce and you can’t leave the city, aren’t you?”
Mia was so angry that she laughed. “Think however you want. I’ve come clean with her.”
“How did you explain about the baby?” he interrogated.
She paused. “I told her that it was fake.”
He snorted. “Mia Bowen, don’t you feel guilty lying to her about this?”
Words failed her. She couldn’t explain about her pregnancy at the moment, so she made Laura believe
that the pregnancy was fake.
“Are you dumb?” His mockery resounded above her.
Her eyes glistened with tears as she was furious. The anger wasn’t only directed at Timothy; she was
angry at herself too.
How could she be this weak? She simply couldn’t control her tears in front of him.
“Timothy Barrett, how could you speak that way to Mia?” Right then, an enraged Laura chided behind
them.
Puzzled, Mia turned to look at Laura standing by the door. Not knowing how much Laura had
overheard from the conversation, Mia panicked.
Laura walked toward Mia’s side with a cane, her head raised at Timothy. “Timothy, do you usually treat
Mia this way?”
His lips pursed into a thin line. “How much did you overhear, Grandma?”
“Why the question? Isn’t it enough to hear your final bit of the conversation? Just how many more nasty
words did you say to her?”
Noticing the flaring anger, Mia pulled Laura’s hand. “Calm down, Grandma. Don’t be angry.”
“How can I not be? Mia, I thought you’d have a better life with us, not this. I’m so sorry about what
you’ve been through.”
Mia quickly responded, “Why don’t we return to the room first? We can talk inside.”