Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 2

Six years, Megan had loved him for six whole years!

She closed her eyes tight in a sudden moment.

Chapter 2

Megan didn’t see Sullivan return. On Friday night, a significant incident occurred in the Quigley family.

News came out that Wyatt Quigley, the eldest son of the Quigley family, might face a ten year sentence due to an economic case Involving the Quigley Group

Ten years, that was enough to ruin a man.

That very night, her father Joseph Quigley suffered an acute stroke and was rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery

Megan stood in the hospital corridor, frantically dialing Sullivan’s number, but after several tries, nobody answered. Just when she was about to give up, Sullivan texted her.

Brief as ever.

(Still in Harmony. If urgent, contact my secretary Bianca]

Megan called again, and this time Sullivan picked up. She blurted out immediately, “Sullivan, my dad..”

Sullivan cut her off. His tone was slightly impatient, “Do you need money? I’ve told you many times if it’s urgent, contact Bianca…. Megan, are you listening?”

at the electronic screen, her expression blank as the news

heart, had booked the entire amusement park for fireworks show.

wheelchair with a pure and lovely smile, while Megan’s husband, Sullivan, stood behind the wheelchair. He was holding a

blinked slowly. After a while, her voice

end, seemingly annoyed by her check–in, but he still answered dismissively. “Still tied up. I’ll hang up now. If there’s nothing else, get in

didn’t notice the near tears in her voice, but the way he looked down at the

beside him… was

tender.

Megan’s vision blured-

turned out that Sullivan could

behind, she heard her stepmother Cora’s voice. “Did you get in touch with Sullivan? Megan, you must Sullivan for help with

too saw

Megan, I don’t believe that when Sullivan was in a coma, this girl named Cressida Baldwin played the violin and woke him up?”

more agitated as she spoke, her thoughts turning to the Quigley family’s plight, and she couldn’t help but shed tears, “But Megan… you need to

fists, her nails digging into her

Quarrel with Sullivan?

Lowry–knew the bigger picture, but because she had no right to do so.

who wasn’t loved, her title was mere

at the fireworks filling the sky, murmuring softly, “All those fireworks must’ve

understand what she

and began