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”

taken aback. But immediately, she put down what she was

a quiet corridor to converse

surgical department. We unanimously recommend that Mr. Quigley undergo a tailored rehabilitation treatment,

was an astronomical figure for Megan at that moment. But she didn’t hesitate. “We’ll proceed with the

closed the file,

knew each other before, but Megan had forgotten..

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

him, “Begonia, will

marriage three years ago when he returned to the country. He thought Megan had married for love, but the reality was far from good. Sullivan was cold and cruel to her.

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 office. His polished leather shoes clicked crisply on the floor as he approached,

them, extending a hand, his voice lazy yet with a

time no

hand and gave a faint smile, shaking it,

brisk, and Sullivan turned to Megan,

undercurrent flowed between the

to show discontent with Sullivan in