Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 14

Megan was pretty and played the violin well,

The manager paid her $300 a gig, and on busy days, Megan had to run to three or four venues. She played at least six hours a day. leaving her slender fingers calloused and blistered.

Despite the grueling schedule and all the running around, Megan never once regretted it.

She hadn’t called Sullivan, and neither had he. Though occasionally, she’d catch a glimpse of him in the news, attending galas and acquiring businesses.

In every snapshot, Sullivan was the epitome of poise and nobility.

In the past, Megan sometimes accompanied him at these occasions, watching his vibrant spirit with a quiet flutter in her heart.

But now, those scenes felt distant and alien to her..

Evening, on the hospital’s rooftop.

Megan sat in silence, a cold Coke she’d picked up from the convenience store beside her–a rare indulgence she would have once shunned for its unhealthiness

It was then that Dr. Begonia approached, who was as tall as ever in his surgeon’s white coat.

He stood by Megan, silently watching the sunset with her.

As the last glimmer of sunlight vanished, Megan tumed, saw Begonia, and stood up hurriedly, somewhat awkwardly, “Dr. Begonia.”

His gaze met hers with a gentle reminiscence.

Megan felt uneasy

the distance and softly said, “Megan, you used to call me Begonia when you were a child… remember those summer nights? You loved sleeping in the tent, and my mom would always

was stunned for a long

a hint of bittemess. It reminded her of the

everything had

million in this account, and

refused, ” can earn money myself, really

in several medical plasters, far

voice tightened slightly. “Megan, you don’t have

some ointment and began to treat her

her slender fingers and spoke softly, “I used to live under the protection of others without a sense of self. Yes, I have nothing now, but

looked up at Begonia

gaze was as tender and profound as

at the hospital for two hours before she rushed off to a bar’s opening.

time it ended, it was

she walked alone on the deserted streets, wrapping her arms around herself to ward

dimmed in the late hour,

played gossip news, supporting the night’s splendor–Borough City’s business tycoon Sullivan had flown to Harmony City

Cressida in a wheelchair, was cornered by reporters

he must be irritated at being caught

Following

was Cressida’s interview. She smiled sweetly at the camera, “I had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I hope my