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 bring you snow cones. She’s

stunned for a long time, finally

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

had changed.

his pocket, he produced a bank card, “There’s two million in this account, and the PIN is

refused, ” can earn money myself, really

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

don’t have to

and began to treat

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 I’m only 24. I want to start over on

up at

was as tender and profound

two hours

the time it ended, it

alone on the deserted streets, wrapping her

neon lights dimmed in the late

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

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

thought he must be irritated

Following

was Cressida’s interview. She smiled sweetly at the camera, “I