Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 38

Cressida gripped her delicate fingers tightly together Yet, on the surface, she was the picture of docility. “I understand, Mr. Lowry!”

Sullivan stood and made his exit.

Outside, Cressida’s folks stood there, the very image of plain, unassuming people, eager to strike up a conversation with Sullivan as he emerged, but before they could utter a word, he had already stepped into the elevator

Bianca shot them a glare and followed suit.

In the elevator, it was just Sullivan and Bianca, the red numbers on the digital display ticking down steadily.

“Why send Cressida to Pinecrest Hospital?” Sullivan suddenly asked. “Wasn’t that where Megan’s dad was treated?”

Bianca’s heart tightened But she quickly offered an explanation, “Mr. Lowry, it wasn’t intentionall By the time I got to the airport, the ambulance had already taken Cressida to the hospital. Will you be visiting Cressida before her surgery tomorrow?”

As the elevator dinged open, Sullivan was the first to step out, leaving behind a dismissive, “I’m not a doctor!” Bianca humed after him.

As Sullivan slid into his sleek black Bentley, the window rolled down, and he half–turned to Bianca. “Set up a dinner with Paxton when he gets to Borough City.”

he wanted to introduce Cressida.

couldn’t help but add, “Mr. Lowry, I’ve heard Paxton’s taken a shine to a student. I’m afraid this might not pan

his phone and

caught Paxton’s disceming eye then?”

Paxton has publicly praised this violinist and said he intends to mentor her personally.” Sullivan looked up at his

returned to the Lowry

filled with

table directing the servants, her peripheral vision catching her son heading upstairs. She stopped him with a detached tone,

mid–stride. He turned and took a seat at the table, where a servant promptly laid out a napkin

heard you were out dealing with Cressida’s mess in the middle of last

added, “No matter what, Megan is leagues

of his black coffee and gestured to the servant. “Remember, no creamer

nodded

mother’s concems, “I have no plans for divorce… and I have no interest in Cressida.”

at the mention of Cressida,