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

you used to call me Begonia when you were a child… remember those summer nights? You loved

stunned for a long

of bittemess. It reminded her of the carefree days when she was the cherished little princess of the Quigley

everything had

silently. Then, reaching into his pocket, he produced a bank card, “There’s two million in this account, and the PIN is your birthday. It should cover your father’s medical

earn money myself,

in several medical plasters, far from

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

some ointment and began to treat her

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

up at

as tender

at the hospital for two hours before she rushed off to a

the time it ended, it

the deserted streets, wrapping her arms around herself to

lights dimmed in the late hour,

night’s splendor–Borough City’s business tycoon Sullivan had flown to Harmony City to spend a rorplantic

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

he must be irritated at

Following

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