Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

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Chapter 125

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Mia looked at Timothy as he drew near, their noses meeting in an unexpected moment.

Caught off guard, she struggled to comprehend Timothy’s intentions.

In the ensuing moment. Timothy asked in a soft tone. “Do you feel the temperature difference?”

Blinking in response, Mia realized his forehead felt as cool as ice.

Suddenly, a cough echoed from the side, breaking the tension. “Ahem, be mindful of where you are.

This is a

hospital,” a stern voice reminded them.

Timothy quickly composed himself, and Mia, feeling a rush of embarrassment, hastily pulled the

blanket over

her face.

Genevieve, the nurse, addressed the pair, “The patient’s family members can wait outside. Those who

haven’t registered should do so before proceeding.”

Mia cautiously observed Timothy’s departing footsteps through the gap in the blanket, letting out a sigh

of relief only when he was out of sight.

Finally, he had left.

Quietly retracting the blanket, Mia whispered to Genevieve, “Honestly, I’m fine. There’s no need for any

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treatment.”

In response, Genevieve aimed a thermometer at her and commented, “Your temperature is 39 degrees

Celsius.

Are you sure you’re fine?”

Mia’s expression turned somber. She hadn’t been aware of her high fever.

Glancing at the entering doctor, Genevieve briefed, “Dr. Lane, we’ve got a patient with a 39–degree

fever who’s

a bit reluctant about seeking treatment.”

“Declining treatment at 39 degrees? Are they aiming for a warmer experience at the crematorium,

perhaps?”

The familiar voice caused Mia to once again draw the blanket over her face; a sudden wave of panic

flooding

over her.

“It’s Connor!” she realized.

To Mia’s surprise, Timothy had brought her to the public hospital! Panic set in–what should she do

now?

Indeed, this was a dire situation.

How would Mia possibly explain herself if Connor recognized her?

Feeling light–headed and disoriented, Mia couldn’t help but regret venturing out of her house in the first

place.

Approaching in a white coat, Connor noticed the patient wrapped in a blanket and spoke sternly, “If you

keep

wrapping up like that, the blanket might start to overheat.”

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Mia clutched the blanket tighter, unwilling to confront the reality unfolding before her.

Turning to Genevieve, Connor instructed, “Pull back the patient’s blanket for me.”

“No!”

Mia instinctively stepped back from Genevieve, involuntarily letting out a gasp. She hurriedly muffled it

with her hand, but it was too late–Genevieve had already revealed her.

Meeting Connor’s gaze with an innocent look, Mia murmured, “Hi Connor.”

A shadow crossed Connor’s face as he inquired, “Mia, what brings you here? Are you feeling unwell?”

Without hesitation, he picked up the thermometer. The instant his eyes read the 39–degree reading, his

expression immediately darkened.

“Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well? And why would you refuse treatment? Are you

intentionally trying to send me to an early grave to inherit my credit card?” he quipped.

Surrendering to Connor’s persistence, Mia replied, “I have my reasons.”

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“Regardless of your justifications, we can’t postpone treatment. You need to take your medicine and

receive IV fluids to lower that fever.”

“I can’t,” Mia uttered with a sense of urgency.

She held onto Connor’s arm tightly, her expression filled with desperation. “Connor, I can’t handle

medication or even an IV drip.”

“Is it because of an allergy to medication?” Connor pressed, his concern evident.

She slowly shook her head, a trace of guilt in her eyes. “No, Connor. It’s because I’m pregnant.”

Connor loosened his grip in shock, causing his pen to fall.

He touched his ear momentarily as if attempting to clear a sudden fog. “Did I hear you correctly?”

“You heard me right,” Mia affirmed. “Because I’m pregnant, I can’t just take any medication or get an IV

drip.”

Stunned, Connor took a step back, his expression turning stern. “Who’s the father?” he demanded.

The thought of someone being the reason behind his sister’s pregnancy gripped with a surge of

unexpected and intense anger.

After years of maintaining composure, this newfound emotion threatened to shatter his restraint.

Who could this reprehensible individual be?

Just then, Timothy entered the room, his demeanor serious as he fixed his gaze on Genevieve. “Why

hasn’t the treatment begun? I’ve already completed the registration.”

Genevieve offered no response, her eyes shifting subtly toward Connor.

As Connor laid eyes on the unexpectedly present man, a wave of familiarity washed over him.

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