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

Begonia when you were a child… remember those summer nights? You loved sleeping

was stunned for a long time, finally

her of the carefree days when she was the cherished little princess of the Quigley family.

had changed.

produced a bank card, “There’s two million in this account, and

can earn

her hands, which were covered in several medical plasters, far from

“Megan, you don’t have to make it so hard on yourself.”

took out some ointment and began to treat her

used to live under the protection of others without a sense of self. Yes, I have nothing now, but I’m only 24. I want to start over on

looked up at Begonia

was as tender and profound

hours

time it ended, it was nearly

wrapping her arms around

neon lights dimmed in the

business tycoon Sullivan had flown to Harmony City to spend a rorplantic Thanksgiving with his

a wheelchair, was cornered by reporters in an elevator. Sullivan looked

thought he must be irritated at being caught

Following

smiled sweetly at the camera, “I had a