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Timothy immediately sat up, his tone growing colder, “What happened?”

Despite meticulous efforts to secure the right doctor for Laura’s surgery, the expectation remained that a

smooth procedure would welcome them on their arrival.

“Unfortunately, the doctor’s been involved in a car accident, and is currently undergoing treatment at the

hospital.

“I’m heading there right away.” Timothy declared, throwing off the covers and going to the closet to get

dressed.

The call had also roused Mia, who lay next to him. Hearing the urgency in Timothy’s voice, she couldn’t help

but wonder if complications had arisen at his workplace.

Timothy emerged from the closet shortly after, dressed and wearing a somber expression.

Rubbing her eyes, Mia asked, “What’s going on?”

After a brief pause, Timothy assured, “It’s nothing major.”

Without revealing specifics about the doctor, he promptly left.

Rushing to the hospital, Timothy found Heath waiting outside the emergency room.

“Mr. Barrett, the doctor’s not in life–threatening condition, but he has a fractured right hand. It’s uncertain if

he’ll be able to return to the operating table soon,” Heath updated.

Timothy’s complexion paled. “Why now, of all times?”

“We’ve investigated. It was a Charvy car that ran a red light and accidentally collided with the doctor’s car.”

Timothy pursed his lips tightly and ordered, “Find another doctor.”

Regardless of the circumstances, he was determined to ensure that Laura’s surgery proceeded as planned.

After Timothy left, Mia allowed herself to slip back into a short nap. Lately, she found herself more inclined to

indulge in extra sleep.

Upon waking, she descended the stairs with a yawn and asked, “Martha, what’s on the menu for lunch?”

A slight hunger nagged at her.

Martha had laid out an extensive spread, making Mia feel like everything was being served to her on a silver

platter. This fostered a sense of laziness and indulgence in her.

Mia gently rubbed her belly, wondering about the wealth of information Martha had shared about the essential needs and precautions for expectant mothers.

Taking her pregnancy seriously, Mia acknowledged the significance of Martha’s information. It was not only for her well–being but also for the welfare of her unborn child.

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After returning in the evening, Timothy observed Mia. She was on a yoga mat, engrossed in an educational video on TV. His eyes narrowed slightly as he continued to watch her.

Mia had been diligently immersing herself in the study of prenatal breathing techniques. She was convinced they would prove beneficial during childbirth.

As Mia turned around, her eyes met Timothy’s gaze. For a moment, she froze but then naturally resumed her position, earnestly focusing on the television.

With a smile, Martha approached them, suggesting, “Mr. Barrett, if you have the time, you could join Mrs. Barrett in expanding your knowledge. Prenatal education is crucial right from the start.”

Mia quickly added, “Martha, there’s no hurry. He has constant work commitments. I’m sure we can cover prenatal education before bedtime.”

In response. Timothy turned and headed upstairs.

After dinner, Mia found herself alone by the bedside, reading about prenatal care.

Entering through the doorway, Timothy casually picked up the book beside her. After glancing at its contents. he commented with a touch of sarcasm, “Quite the impressive performance.”

Keeping a composed demeanor, Mia replied, “Well, as you’ve suggested, if one is going to act, they might as well give a stellar performance, right?” Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Setting the book aside. Timothy made his way to the bathroom.

Mia exhaled softly as she placed the books down.

Timothy had no reason to suspect anything at this point. So, why should she feel guilty?

Even if Mia were to reveal her pregnancy now, Timothy would probably dismiss her words as untrue.

Suddenly, the cell phone on the nightstand vibrated insistently.

Mia’s eyes instinctively shifted to the screen, recognizing Maya’s name highlighted as the caller.

At the sight of Maya’s name, Mia looked away, avoiding further scrutiny.

The connection between Maya and Timothy remained beyond Mia’s immediate concern.

As the sound of water from the bathroom faded, Mia quickly pulled the blanket around herself, and adopted a sleeping position.

Timothy emerged, wearing a relaxed, loose–fitting robe.

Noticing a missed call alert on his phone, a frown marred Timothy’s expression, signaling his disinterest in returning the call.