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”

aback. But immediately, she put down what she was holding and softly told Joseph, “Dad, I’ll be right

found a quiet corridor to converse

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,

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

file, silently

knew each other before,

a little girl, he lived next 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 eagerly,

“Begonia,

years ago when he returned to the country. He thought Megan had married for love, but the reality was far

to speak, a chilly voice echoed from the other end of the

It was Sullivan…

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

Sullivan stood before them, extending a hand, his voice lazy yet with a

long time no

a faint smile, shaking

brisk, and Sullivan turned to

between the two men,

with Sullivan in front of Dr. Begonia, so she