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.”

understood, he wanted to

heard Paxton’s taken a shine

through his phone and hardly

eye then?”

smile. “Details are sketchy, but Paxton has publicly praised this violinist and said he intends to mentor her personally.” Sullivan looked up at his sectary, his voice cool and detached. “Then let’s put Paxton’s integrity to

returned to the

opulent dining hall was filled with the aroma

peripheral vision catching her son heading upstairs.

seat at the table, where a servant promptly laid out

you were out dealing with Cressida’s mess in the middle of last night? Sullivan, I don’t really want to meddle in your affairs, but the gossip is that you and Megan are heading for a divorce!”

what, Megan is leagues

took a sip of his black coffee and gestured to the servant. “Remember, no

nodded earnestly

no plans for divorce… and I have no interest in

twisted with disdain at the mention of Cressida, “She’s a