Meet My Brothers

Timothy’s gaze lingered on her legs. If he had been unaware of Mia’s recent drinking, he might have assumed she was intentionally trying to seduce him.

Ever since he proposed their divorce, Mia had undergone a significant transformation. Each

interaction left him frustrated, yet powerless to address it.

After observing her for a while, Timothy silently exited the bedroom.

He directed Holly outside, “Once she wakes up, prepare some food to help her sober up. Make sure she learns her lesson.”

“I understand, sir. You can rest assured. I’ll take good care of Mrs. Barrett.”

Hearing the title “Mrs. Barrett,” Timothy fell silent and exited the villa.

Heath stood outside, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Despite his apprehension, he refrained from entering. All he could do was wait for Timothy to emerge.

When Heath saw Timothy, he was overjoyed. “Sir, the meeting has commenced as scheduled. I’ve notified everyone that it has transitioned to a video conference. The laptop in the car is ready for

you.”

“Okay.”

Timothy crouched to enter the car, promptly opening his laptop to join the ongoing meeting.

Had it not been for Mia today, he wouldn’t have experienced such a significant delay.

Upon waking up, Mia yawned and rose from the bed. She had initially intended to take a short nap, but somehow drifted into a deep, restful slumber. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Glancing at her phone, Mia realized that it was already evening.

Fortunately, she had notified Patricia about her extended work hours. If her brothers had

discovered her indulging in whiskey during the daytime, she would undoubtedly have faced some serious consequences.

“Mrs. Barrett, are you awake?”

Holly entered the room, holding a refreshing glass of lemon water. “Having some water will make you feel better. What are your dinner preferences? I’d be happy to prepare something for you.”

Taking a sip of the lemon–infused water, Mia instantly felt more alert. “You don’t need to go

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She believed it would be in her best interest to leave as soon as possible.

Considering that she and Timothy were on the verge of finalizing their divorce, remaining here seemed inappropriate.

As Mia rose to leave, Holly hesitated for a moment before requesting. “Mrs. Barrett, now that you’re back, could you lend me a hand with something?”

“I’ve been away for quite some time. What could I possibly help you with?”

Holly appeared somewhat distressed as she shared, “I’ve been responsible for organizing Mr. Barrett’s walk–in closet for a while now, but no matter how I arrange things, I always end up receiving criticism. It seems like Mr. Barrett is never satisfied.”

Mia sighed, empathizing with Holly’s situation. After all, in the initial stages of their relationship, she, too, had to gradually understand Timothy’s preferences.

Entering the walk–in closet, Mia gazed at the familiar layout. This space was where she had dedicated three years of hard work, and every nook and cranny held a sense of familiarity to her.

Mia calmly explained, “In the event of bad weather, choose this color for his inner layer and tie. Conversely, when the weather is pleasant, opt for this color for his suit jacket.

“If his mood is low, go for this combination, but if he’s in good spirits, stick with the outfit suitable

for good weather.”

“Mrs. Barrett, I can easily determine if the weather is good or bad, but how can I discern Mr.

Barrett’s mood?”

This question momentarily puzzled Mia. She responded candidly. “In that scenario, prepare two

sets of outfits and let him choose.

“Avoid making decisions on his behalf. He’s picky, domineering, and difficult to please. Regardless of your choice, it seems he won’t be satisfied.”

“Mia, have you been talking about me like this behind my back?” a voice behind them echoed.

Suddenly, the atmosphere turned eerily quiet. Holly’s face displayed a fearful expression as she stuttered, “Sir?”