"Won't your family badger you to start a family after you've been single all these years?" Mia was slightly puzzled. What did he mean? Why the sudden question? She turned toward him and gave him a look. "Why did you ask? Does this have anything to do with you?" "I admit that I was in the wrong back then. But now I want to start all over with you." Mia froze. She had never expected Timothy to say that to her. In the past, she would have been elated, but now she was perfectly composed. "Start all over again?" she questioned. "Going back to how I was treated four years ago?" Timothy knew how she was treated back at the Barrett residence four years ago. She definitely wouldn't tolerate it now like how she did before. His gaze faltered. "No. That's unfair to you." "It seems like you still have sconscience left, but let bygones be bygones. It's impossible for us to start all over again," Mia refused flatly. Timothy wasn't caught off guard by her refusal. Averting the topic, he said, "Where are Ginger's medical records? Lethave a look." Mia immediately grew wary. "She's doing well with her recovery. Why do you need her medical records? You're not a doctor anyway." "I suppose it isn't too much forto ask for her medical records as her father, isn't it? I've set up a medical team on my end once I found out about her illness. That's why I needed her records." "Save the hassle. The Lane family doctors will deal with Ginger's sickness. Her recovery is going well now, so she doesn't need any consultation on her prognosis from your team." Mia feared that the intervention from Timothy's team would expose her.
"Having more doctors ensures better recovery for Ginger. As her mother, I don't think you have any reason to object," Timothy countered.
"I know, but I believe that Nick will make her treatment a success. I've never worried about this issue." Timothy looked visibly displeased upon the mention of Nicholas't name. "You trust him, but i don't. Ginger's my daughter, and I certainly have the right to be involved in her treatment." "Timothy, Ginger and I would've died if it weren't for Nick back then. He saved our lives. Who do you think you are to judge his skills?" Mia's righteous stance rendered him speechless. He could never bring himself to explain himself once the issue regarding their child and her miscarriage was brought up. Timothy's tone finally softened as he looked at her. "I'm just worried about Ginger's condition. I mean well." "And I told you she's doing perfectly fine. I don't need any help from your medical team." "Fine, I won't let them get involved. However, I insist on having a look at Ginger's medical records. This isn't too much to ask for, is it?" Mia drew in a deep breath. "Yeah. Cwith me." Fortunately, she was prepared for such situations in advance. She didn't expect her preparation to cin handy.
They took the elevator downstairs, only to bump into an acquaintance after they exited the elevator. In fact, it was one of the Bowens.
Tucked in a wheelchair, Connie pointed at Mia as she hollered, "How dare you show up at the hospital! Whether you're here to apologize or beg for mercy, I won't accept it." Mia was utterly bewildered.