Timothy's expression grew serious. "I wasn't there for you two years ago, so now that Ginger is sick, | absolutely cannot leave her side for even a moment." Mia glanced at Timothy, unsure of how to respond.
Her expression shifted uncomfortably as she stood up. Out of nowhere, everything around her blurred, and a sharp, stabbing pain shot through her head as if tiny needles were piercing her brain.
"What's wrong?" Timothy swiftly rushed to Mia's side, noticing her pale complexion.
He immediately turned to Gertrude. "Get the family doctor here!" Gertrude nodded and went to make the arrangements. Observing the scene, Peyton's expression grew complex. It seemed Timothy didn't consider himself an outsider at all.
Mia awkwardly pushed Timothy away. "I'm okay, | just feel a bit dizzy. | probably had too much to drink last night." "As the young lady of the Lane family, you don't need to resort to alcohol to entertain guests.” Seated on the sofa, Mia opened her eyes and met Timothy's gaze. "But last night's business banquet was an exception for me." She wasn't just spampered heiress, after all.
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Soon, the family doctor, Finley Robinson, arrived to examine Mia. "Ms. Mia appears to be in good health. The dizziness is probably just a result of a hangover," he informed.
Standing nearby, Peyton hesitated to speak, wondering if Mia's old ailment had resurfaced. However, with Timothy present, Peyton felt uneasy about addressing the matter.
Glancing at Timothy, Mia remarked, "See? | told you there's nothing to worry about.” Timothy's expression softened slightly. "Having sbreakfast might help.” As Mia settled into her seat at the dining table, her eyes couldn't help but wander to Timothy, who had followed her.
With a mischievous smile, she deliberately inquired, "Peyton, where do bodyguards usually have their meals?" Peyton replied calmly, "They typically eat in the designated staff area.” As Peyton finished speaking, Mia rested her chin on her hand, offering Timothy a sly smile. "Timmo, why don't you go and have your meal?" Unfazed, Timothy turned and left the dining room.
Mia had anticipated Timothy's reaction to be one of anger, but his composed demeanor surprised her. It seemed he was resolute in waiting for Ginger's treatment to commence.
However, Mia had been deceiving Timothy all along. It wasn't Ginger who needed treatment, but rather Ginger's brother, Sage.
Did Mia really have to orchestrate Ginger's fake illness in the hospital to deceive Timothy? At that moment, Peyton approached, speaking softly, "Ms. Mia, was that headache a recurrence of your previous condition? Would you like Dr. Grayson to examine you?" Recalling the strange yet familiar scenes from her dream the previous night, Mia nodded. "Yes, please make the arrangements.
I'll go later." "But Mr. Barrett is also here. Shouldn't we find a reason to send him away?" "That won't be necessary.” After all, Timothy was already aware of Mia's amnesia.
Following breakfast, Mia observed Timothy coming out of the kitchen. "Mr. Barrett, how was breakfast?" Timothy remained composed as he replied, "It was fine." Mia was somewhat surprised by Timothy's calm demeanor.
Approaching her, Timothy inquired, "When does Ginger's treatment start? I'd like to go see her."
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"Actually, Ginger's treatment has already commenced, and everything is progressing smoothly so far Dominic and Eva have been taking turns staying at the hospital. If they were to see you, what do you think would happen?"
Unease flickered in Mia's gaze. She couldn't risk Timothy witgesging the treatment process , it would undoubtedly jeopardize their cover.
Timothy's response was resolute.
"Whatever consequebces there may be , I'll face them myself. I won't leave intill witness Ginger's recovery."
Mia's frustration reached a boiling point. "Timothy, you're merely a bodyguard now. Don't display such arrogance!” "Mia, don't assthat | don't know you're hiding something."