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 looked into 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

was stunned for a long

she murmured, spoken with a hint of bittemess. It reminded her of the carefree days

had

two million in this account, and the PIN is your birthday. It should

can earn

noticed her hands, which were covered in several medical plasters,

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

and began to treat her wounds.

done, Megan curled 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,

looked up at Begonia

tender and profound

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

ended, it

streets, wrapping her arms around herself to

neon lights dimmed in the

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

Blanca, pushing Cressida in a wheelchair, was cornered by reporters in an

must be irritated at being caught on

Following

camera, “I had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I hope my