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Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

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Chapter 257

Mia’s heart soared with newfound hope as the sound of the helicopter reached her ears.

The sudden appearance of the aircraft couldn’t be a mere coincidence.

Mia couldn’t help but wonder if it might be her brothers coming to her rescue.

Fabian’s vigilance heightened as he sat in the passenger seat. “Could it be the police?” he questioned.

Ronald, behind the wheel, chuckled and brushed off the idea. “Fabian, have you been watching too

many movies? Why would the police show up in a helicopter?

“We’ve been down this route countless times. What could possibly go wrong?”

“What’s the helicopter doing here, then? We’ve never seen one in this area before.”

“It could be for tourism, or perhaps the TV station is filming some aerial shots.”

Fabian found Ronald’s explanation to be somewhat plausible. After all, the prospect of a helicopter

coming to rescue Mia seemed far–fetched, considering their high cost.

Before long, Ronald remarked, “Look, the helicopter is flying away. I told you it wasn’t here for us. You

worry too much.”

Upon hearing this, Mia also noticed that the helicopter’s roar had considerably subsided.

Could it be true that it was merely passing by?

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Mia felt anxiety gripping her as the realization sank in. The audacity of these men to carry out

kidnappings in a bustling city was hard for her to fathom.

What should be her course of action now?

Was she really going to give birth in the mountains?

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van abruptly screeched to a halt.

Ronald cursed, “Damn it, why is there a massive tree blocking the road? How are we supposed to

proceed now?”

“What’s our plan? Should we turn back?”

“There’s no way we’re going back. Let’s all pitch in and clear these trees out of the way.”

With that, the men exited the van, leaving Mia alone inside.

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She held her breath and cautiously sat up, stealing glances outside to assess the situation.

However, her heart sank as she observed the rugged mountainous terrain.

The thought of traversing it on foot was daunting, and escape seemed nearly impossible.

Suddenly, a group of individuals clad in camouflage attire emerged, swiftly subduing the ment

attempting to clear the roadblock.

Mia’s heart raced as she witnessed the unfolding scene.

Who were these mysterious interveners?

Abruptly, the van door swung open. Mia turned to find a man in camouflage attire. Though his face was

smudged, his eyes were undeniably familiar.

Could it be Timothy?

Standing by the van door, Timothy swiftly cut the ropes binding Mia’s hands and feet. As he observed

the marks on her wrists and ankles, his gaze turned noticeably colder.

Suppressing the chill in his eyes, Timothy lifted his head and extended a reassuring hand toward Mia.

“It’s okay, you can come down.”

Mia stared at him, feeling somewhat dazed. “My legs are numb. I can’t move.”

Being pregnant, Mia refrained from making any hasty movements, fearing the potential consequences

of a fall while exiting the van.

As Mia voiced her concern, she observed Timothy bending down, ready to lift her out of the van.

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Instinctively, Mia wrapped her arms around Timothy’s neck, lifting her gaze to observe the camouflage

paint on his face. It added a hint of mystery and rugged charm to his expression.

Pursing her lips, Mia inquired, “How did you get here?”

She never anticipated that Timothy would be the first to arrive and rescue her!

Timothy remained silent, gently setting her down by the roadside. He thoughtfully wiped the

nearby stones clean and proposed, “Feel free to sit down here.”

Mia complied, settling down as Timothy squatted in front of her. He retrieved a first aid kit, diligently

disinfecting the wounds left by the ropes on her hands and feet.

As the alcohol made contact with Mia’s wounds, her hands and feet instinctively twitched,

displaying a degree of resistance.

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Timothy maintained a firm grip on her ankle. “Stay still.”

“It hurts!” Mia’s voice quivered, causing Timothy’s hand to momentarily pause.

Glancing up at her, he noticed tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. Adjusting his pace, he