Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Chapter 56
Mia kept a mental record of all the changes that had been made to the living room so that she had an idea of what to change.
She would work on the draft at home.
At this moment, someone rang the doorbell. Holly answered the door to see two women standing outside.” May I know who
you’re looking for?”
“Out of the way, you. I want to see the lady of the household.”
“Yeah, get out of our way. I’m your boss’ mother-in-law!”
Holly was shoved aside. She didn’t have the chance to stop them from barging into the house. “What are you two doing? You
can’t come in!”
Mia heard all of this from her seat on the couch. Her expression shifted as she turned to look at the women who’d barged into
the villa. “What are you two doing here?”
Her adoptive grandmother, Mildred Hort, felt the leather couch. “I didn’t expect you to marry someone so well- off, Mia. If not for
Jimmy’s slip of the tongue, I wouldn’t have any idea that your husband lived in such a huge villa!”
Mary chimed in, “Didn’t you tell us that your husband was a poor bastard? You said you needed the money to pay for your
uncle’s hospital bills and that you’d dropped out of college to cook and clean for your husband. It turns out you have maids at
home! You’ve been lying this whole time, Mia!”
Only then did Mia realize how Mary and Mildred had found their way here. Jimmy Lloyd was a cab driver, and they lived in the
same village. Jimmy had once dropped her off in the neighborhood, but she hadn’t told him which villa she lived in. They
shouldn’t have been able to find her here.

Mary was green with envy at the sight of the spacious, beautiful villa. “You’re a little bitch, Mia. Why didn’t you tell us that you’d
married someone so well-off? We could’ve done with the money! Do you know how difficult it was for us to find you? We had to
knock on every door here, you know!”
Mia’s blood boiled when she heard that. “How shameless can you two be? Get the hell out of here! No matter how well-off my
husband is, it has nothing to do with you!”
Mildred slapped herself on the thigh and started wailing. “If you dare kick me out of here, you little bitch, I’ll make sure all your
neighbors know about this so they can see who’s right and who’s wrong. Do you think it’s right for you to kick your mother and
grandmother out now that you’ve hit the jackpot?”
This was the first time in Mia’s life that someone had infuriated her so much she was trembling. How could there be such
shameless people on this earth?
If she were anywhere else, she would just turn and leave. But this was the Barrett residence. She didn’t want Timothy to see how
shameless her adoptive family could be.
Mary said greedily, “If you think we’re embarrassing you, you’d better give us all the money you have. I heard you won a million
dollars from that competition you were in. Since your husband’s so rich, I don’t think you’d need the money, right?
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“Your brother needs the money so he can get married when he’s older, though. He won’t be able to find a wife
if he’s broke!”
Mia snorted. “My money has nothing to do with you people.”

“Fine, then. If you refuse to give us money, have your husband buy your brother a nice house. That’ll be enough for your brother
to get married,” Mildred said.
Mary was delighted by this. “Yes, that would be for the best. In fact, you’d better get us a villa that’s just like
this one!”
They even had the nerve to demand a villa!
Mia picked up the fruit platter on the table and flung it at them. Her gaze was frosty as she snarled, “I told you
to get the hell out of here. You’re dreaming if you think you can get a dime out of me.
“Also, if you dare cause a scene here, I’ll call the cops on you. This is an affluent neighborhood, not the
countryside!”
“What’s going on here?” At this moment, a cold, sharp voice rang out. Mia turned to see Timothy walk into the
villa. He wore a neatly pressed suit. He’d obviously rushed over from the office.
Mia’s heart sank. She wanted to resolve this before he found out. Why was he home in the day?
A wave of bitterness washed over her. Why did Timothy always have to catch her when she was at her lowest?
Timothy strode into the villa. He’d caught Mia throwing the fruit platter earlier; it was at odds with her usual
obedient, demure act.

He swept a gaze over the shards of glass on the floor. He frowned. “What in the world is going on?”