Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 8

Megan slowly twisted the lid on the thermos. Once it was sealed, she looked down and murmured, “There’s always a way out. The money from selling the wedding ring should cover Dad’s medical bills for half a year, and for my brother’s legal fees. I’ve decided to sell the house, and i also get a job to support us.”

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

The house was a legacy from her mother; no matter how tough times were before, it had never been considered for sale.

Cora was stoned. She didn’t try to persuade Megan but couldn’t help feeling it was the wrong move

Afro Megan had gathered herself, they went to the hospital.

Joseph Quigley’s condition had stabilized after treatment, but his spirits were low, weighed down by concerns for his eldest son Wyatt’s future.

Megan didn’t bring up the topic of her divorce just yet.

In the aftemoon, the attending physician came for the rounds.

Dr. Begonia Hunter, despite his youth, was an authority in neurosurgery, standing at an imposing 6’1“, his demeanor was as captivating. as his expertise.

After the examination, he glanced at Megan, “Let’s talk outside”

But immediately, she put down what she was

later, they found a quiet corridor to

a few directors from the surgical department. We unanimously recommend that Mr. Quigley undergo a tailored rehabilitation treatment, otherwise, it will be difficult to return to his previous state. But the cost is a bit high, around

that moment.

closed the file, silently observing Megan

each other before, but Megan had

to her house. He remembered that every summer evening, small stars would light up on the terrace outside Megan’s bedroom, and Megan would always sit there

once asked him, “Begonia, will

as he couldn’t now as he watched her, reminded of the news of her marriage three years ago when he returned to the country. He thought Megan had married for love, but the reality was far from

as Begonia was about to speak, a chilly voice echoed from the other end of

It was Sullivan…

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– a charcoal shirt, black suit – he looked like he had come straight from the

hand, his voice lazy yet with

time no

a faint smile, shaking it, “Mc Lowry, what a rare surprise!”

brisk, and Sullivan turned to Megan,

between

for her to show discontent with Sullivan in