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Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

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Chapter 627

Upon waking up, Timothy noticed an unfamiliar scent in the air and discovered a damp spot on the bed

sheet.

The thought made Timothy feel an urge to wash his hands repeatedly.

Ginger pouted, insisting. “It wasn’t me! It was that jerk who wet the bed and is trying to blme.”

Beside them. Caleb couldn’t help but chuckle. “Ginger, only children wet the bed, not adults. Among us, you're

the only child, so there’s no need to argue.”

“I'm not a child anymore. I'm an adult!” Ginger retorted.

Nonetheless, she felt somewhat embarrassed and quietly pulled a small blanket over the wet spot on the bed,

attempting to conceal it.

Caleb removed the blanket, insisting, “Ginger, there's no need to hide the evidence. You were in the middle of

the bed last night, and the urine is on the sspot. It's quite obvious, isn’t it?

“It wasn’t me! | promise!”

“You're still a child, who else could it have been?”

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“I'm not a child anymore. I'm a grown-up. | stopped wetting the bed when | was three.”

“And how old are you now?”

“Four!”

Ginger grew increasingly flustered, clutching the small blanket tightly as her cheeks flushed with

embarrassment. She refused to admit to wetting the bed.

Caleb couldn't hold back his laughter. “You see, at four years old, you're still very much a child, aren't

you?”

“Being four years old doesn’t makea child anymore,” Ginger retorted, raising her voice in an attempt

to prove her maturity.

Meanwhile, Timothy rubbed his temples in frustration. Dealing with children was proving to be quite a

handful.

Shortly after, Heath entered with a set of children’s clothes. “Mr. Barrett, here are the clothes.”

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Timothy glanced at Ginger and instructed. “Please go shower and change into fresh clothing.” Blushing, Ginger

climbed off the bed, her feet barely grazing the floor, her toes hanging in the air.

Unable to resist her cuteness any longer, Timothy reached out and lifted Ginger off the bed.

Caleb raised an eyebrow. “Ginger, can you shower by yourself?”

“Hmph, I'm a big girl, of course | can.” Ginger replied confidently, grabbing her clothes and dashing off to

the Bathroom.

Caleb chuckled in response, finding it hard to suppress his laughter. “Tim, this kid is hilarious.”

Timothy shot Caleb a cold glance. “Instead of laughing, why don’t you check your own clothes? They're

just as dirty.”

“Oh, shit, when did this happen?”

Caleb promptly rose from the bed and cast a glance at Timothy opposite him. “You're pointing fingers at me, but

check the back of your shirt-it’s dirtier than mine. Seems like our little friend here had a mishap

next to you!”

Timothy's expression darkened as he quickly removed his shirt, revealing faint yellow stains on it.

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Caleb couldn't resist teasing, “Tim, this just proves that Ginger likes you more. These are all signs of her

affection.”

“Enough with the jokes,” Timothy snapped, tossing the shirt aside.

Glancing out the window, he remarked, “Looks like the rain has eased up. Has the airport reopened yet?”

“Not yet. It appears this storm will persist for several days,” Caleb replied. 1.

Timothy couldn't help but rub his temples. “It looks like Ginger won't be able to leave Xanier Island

anytsoon.”

Caleb spoke up, “Tim, the auction is this afternoon. What do you plan to do about Ginger?”

“She cto find you, so you should figure it out yourself.”

Timothy, too, found himself at a loss for what to do!

After a while, Ginger emerged from the bathroom, skipping toward him.

As she approached, Timothy couldn't help but notice her bright yellow outfit.

Ginger stood before him in yellow overalls and a small hat. She bashfully covered her face with her hands.

“Mister, you're not wearing a shirt. How embarrassing!”