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”

was holding and

later, they found a quiet corridor to converse

Megan’s nervousness, Begonia offered a reassuring smile. Then, he lowered his head to review the medical records, “Last night! discussed with 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 $150,000 a

Megan at that moment. But

file, silently

before,

girl, he lived next to her house. He remembered that every summer evening, small stars would

asked him, “Begonia, will Mom

her, reminded of the news of her marriage three years ago when he returned to the country. He thought Megan had married for love,

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

It was Sullivan…

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looked like he had come straight from the office. His polished leather shoes clicked crisply

his voice lazy

long time no

the hand and gave a faint smile, shaking it, “Mc Lowry, what a

brisk, and Sullivan turned to Megan, “Shall we

between the

to show discontent with Sullivan in front of Dr. Begonia, so she nodded, “Dr. Begonia,