Meet My Brothers

Caught off guard by Ginger's unexpected act of kindness, Timothy hesitated for a moment.

Should he accept the food graciously or politely decline?

However, when he saw the genuine concern in Ginger's eyes, he found himself unable to refuse.

Reluctantly, he lowered his head and took a bite of the chicken she offered.

Ginger's face lit up with a radiant smile. "Uncle Heath mentioned you haven't eaten yet. Skipping meals isn't good, you know. Here, take the pasta, and I'll have this."

With a determined effort, Ginger reached out, offering the bowl of spaghetti to Timothy.

Timothy let out a sigh, a hint of resignation evident in his voice. "I'll grab something to eat after the meeting," he conceded.

"Mommy says that work is never-ending, but meals are important," Ginger interjected.

Drawing closer to the screen, she cast a glance at the executives on the other end of the video call. "He needs to eat now, so please bear with us for a moment, alright?" she added in her sweet, childlike voice. The executives were taken aback by the unexpected appearance of this adorable little girl with her hair tied up in sky-high pigtails.

Who was she?

Could she possibly be Timothy's daughter, a secret kept hidden until now?

Nonetheless, they had never heard any mention of Timothy having a child before.From NôvelDrama.Org.

Still, the way Timothy doted on her just moments ago hinted at a special bond between them.

The executives found themselves in an awkward silence, unsure how to react to Ginger's unexpected involvement. Sensing their hesitation, Ginger began to feel a bit impatient.

Timothy promptly directed his attention to the executives, his tone firm. "She's addressing all of you."

One of the executives, who was also a parent, promptly replied, "Of course, we can wait for him to finish his meal before we continue with the meeting."

A smile of joy spread across Ginger's face at the accommodating response. "Thank you, big brother," she chirped sweetly.

The executive couldn't resist returning Ginger's bright smile after her endearing address. "You're welcome," he replied warmly.

However, his smile faded into a nervous grimace as he caught sight of Timothy's intense glare.

Out of the blue, Timothy opted to end the video call. He didn't want Ginger to inadvertently get caught up in adult matters.

Reluctantly, Timothy picked up his

plate of food, Despite his initial lack

of appetite, he eventually

succumbed to Ginger's attentive gaze. Slowly but surely, he reached

for the utensils and began to enjoy the meal.

Observing the scene, Mia couldn't help but smile knowingly. She had predicted this very outcome.

After all, Timothy was easily swayed by Ginger's requests.

Meanwhile, Sage couldn't resist stealing a glance at Timothy and Ginger. Meeting Mia's gaze, he asked, "Mommy, did you instruct Ginger to do that?"

In a low voice, Mia confided, "No, Sage. You understand Ginger's character better than anyone. She's always caring, even toward strangers on the street.

"Mr. Barrett hasn't had a break for

days because of Great-Grandma Laura, and he's been carrying all the

continueses at work. If he

to neglect eating, bis

health will decline."

"Mommy, you seem really concerned about him," Sage observed.

Mia's expression shifted slightly, betraying a hint of unease. "I'm not particularly worried about him. It's just that, currently, Mrs. Barrett Senior depends on him a lot for support. If anything were to happen to him, Mrs. Barrett Senior would be greatly affected."

Despite Mia's attempt to deflect, Sage seemed to understand her underlying concern. "Mommy, what about you and Uncle Nicholas? What did you talk about that day?"

Mia hesitated for a moment before replying, "That's grown-up business. You don't need to worry about it."

Seated nearby, Mia closely watched Ginger as she supervised Timothy's meal.

Before long, Laura finally regained consciousness.

Without hesitation, Mia and her children swiftly changed into sterile gowns before entering the ward.

Upon seeing the silver-haired Laura, Mia approached and gently took her hand. "Grandma Laura," she called out, her voice trembling with emotion.

Laura looked at Mia, then at Sage and Ginger, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Gently wiping away Laura's tears, Mia whispered, "I kept the truth from you before. The children have always been here."

At that moment, Ginger and Sage stepped forward. "Hello, Great-Grandma Laura," they greeted her respectfully.