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

into the distance and softly said, “Megan, you used to call me Begonia when you were a child… remember those summer

a long

the carefree days when she was the cherished

had

he produced a bank card, “There’s two million

refused, ” can earn money myself,

covered in several medical plasters, far from

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

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

up at Begonia

tender and

only stayed at the hospital for two hours before

it ended,

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

lights dimmed in the

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

Blanca, pushing Cressida in a wheelchair, was cornered by reporters in an elevator. Sullivan looked impatient

he must be irritated

Following

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