Chapter 120

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“Martha, I’m okay. I get that he’s swamped with work, Mia replied, attempting to maintain a facade of

normalcy.

Later that evening, she spent some time with her prenatal instructor, immersing herself in the essential

aspects of pregnancy–a realm that demanded her immediate attention.

Moreover, she desired to push certain thoughts to the back of her mind.

However, the following day, as Mia scrolled through the news, a headline caught her attention: “Affluent

heiress Maya and her beau spotted dining and ring shopping.”

A wave of desolation washed over Mia.

Even without a clear view of their faces, Mia could discern from the silhouette that it was Timothy with

Maya.

Remarkably, merely a day after Mia and Timothy filed for divorce, he was already with Maya at a

jewelry store

in the evening, choosing a ring.

The speed of their actions caught Mia off guard.

Choosing to divert her thoughts, Mia turned off her phone and immersed herself in learning about

pregnancy.

With no afternoon classes, she headed to her studio to work, given her current financial constraints.

After all, Timothy wasn’t exactly bringing in a significant income.

Several days passed without Timothy returning to their marital home, but Mia didn’t dwell on it.

She continued with her daily routine, maintaining her regular eating habits, while also dedicating herself

to

studying infant and toddler care.

With Laura’s condition now stable, she had been moved from the intensive care unit to a standard

ward.

Holding a pot of homemade soup, Mia decided to go to the hospital to pay Laura a visit.

When she entered the ward, she noticed Maya and Sharon already present, and standing alongside

them was

none other than Timothy.

Mia paused briefly before saying, “I’ll come back later.”

She felt it would be inappropriate to disturb what seemed like a family moment.

However, Laura greeted her with a warm smile and said, “Come over here, don’t be silly.”

Reluctantly, Mia approached Laura. Maya, wearing a forced smile, rose from her seat, motioning

toward a chair. “Ms. Bowen, please have a seat here,” she urged.

However, Mia chose not to sit. Instead, she placed the thermos on the bedside table, saying,

“Grandma, this is the soup I made for you. Remember to have some later.”

“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind. How have you been lately? Has the little one inside been causing you

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As the conversation shifted to Mia’s unborn child, a subtle awkwardness filled the air in the hospital

room.

Mia’s expression betrayed a hint of unease as she responded, “The baby has been quite well–

behaved. Honestly, I find it all rather manageable.”

Laura chuckled warmly, reminiscing. “It was the same when your mother–in–law was carrying Tim. It

was unusually trouble–free.”

Standing nearby, Sharon appeared somewhat content, adding. “Absolutely! Back then, I could eat

anything without a worry…”

However, when Sharon’s attention shifted to Mia’s belly, a sudden hush fell over her.

The reality of her son’s growing independence became apparent. He wasn’t as compliant and well–

mannered as he used to be, certainly not as comforting as when he was in her womb.

Struggling to keep a smile in place, Mia couldn’t help but wonder if her baby’s serene demeanor was

truly a reflection of inherited traits.

At that moment, Timothy interjected, “Grandma needs some rest. We should head out.”

Mia gently held onto Laura’s hand. “I’ll plan another visit soon.”

“I’m fine, Tim. Make sure to take good care of your wife. She’s expecting, after all,” Laura advised.

Laura subtly guided Mia’s hand toward Timothy. Mia hesitated for a moment, contemplating pulling

away.

However, Timothy instinctively took hold of Mia’s hand. His strong grip heightened her discomfort,

especially under the watchful gaze of Maya.

Laura expressed contentment, saying, “Alright, you two take care of each other.”

Hearing Laura’s words, Mia avoided meeting her eyes.

They exited the hospital room, leaving Mia feeling incredibly awkward. She hadn’t intended to hold

Timothy’s hand.

Sharon quickly approached them. “Mia, let go of his hand! There’s no need for this act now.”

Their hands were promptly separated, and Mia stepped aside.

Out of the blue, Maya approached, linking her arm with Mia’s. “Ms. Bowen, would you mind having a

chat with

me?”