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

child… remember those summer nights? You loved sleeping in the tent,

stunned for a long time, finally remembering

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

had changed.

a bank card, “There’s two million in this account, and the PIN is your birthday. It should cover your father’s medical

refused, ” can earn money myself,

hands, which were covered in several

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

and began to treat

softly, “I 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 my

up

tender

the hospital for two hours before

it ended, it

walked alone on the deserted streets, wrapping her arms around herself to ward off the chilly night

lights dimmed in the

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

footage, Blanca, pushing Cressida in a wheelchair, was cornered

he must be irritated at

Following

sweetly at the camera, “I had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I hope my leg