Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 53

Megan kept Cora’s predicament to herself.

Joseph thought Cora was just out on some errand for a couple of days, leaving the nurses in charge for a while. When he caught Megan daydreaming, he couldn’t help but say, “You should head on home! The nurses have got it covered here.”

Megan shook her head. She didn’t want to go anywhere right now, she just wanted to stay put!

The night was serene.

Joseph, being a patient, eventually couldn’t resist sleep any longer.

Megan sat alone on the rickety chair, lost in her own world. A faint red mark graced her cheek, a souvenir from Cressida’s mother’s slap Outside the hospital room, separated by a pane of transparent glass, Sullivan stood quietly

He observed the wound on Megan’s profile, her distant

gaze, and the numbness in her ey out of Mrs. Lambert’s house, tired but spirited when she spoke.

eyes….…. He remembered how she looked coming

Tve always been like that! It was just you never noticed.”

“Sullivan, that $200,000 doesn’t cover sleeping with you. Remember, I’m all about keeping it professional.”

Back then, Megan was alive with spirit.

Sullivan knew that if he let go, Megan would quickly come back to life. But then she wouldn’t be Mrs. Lowry anymore. She might become Begonia’s

pleasing others and pleasing himself. Sullivan chose to please himself!

quietly, believing Megan would come to

was always so clever!

strong at the hospital’s

the edge of the sky, a hint of

well that dawn was breaking, yet the

of choices, but Megan now felt she had none. She had no choice but to turn

his help, fully aware of the price. Sullivan only wanted her for his camal desires

dim light, a tall figure

with her for a

as though he had just hurried back.

lump in

so suddenly! But she couldn’t afford to be vulnerable, at least, not in front of Begonia, because she didn’t want to drag him into her mess anymore. His selfless acts were debts she could never repay. She didn’t want to be

faint smile and said

the sunrise, the dawn’s early

morning breeze tousled Megan’s hair, and she turned to say nonchalantly, “I’ve thought long and hard and decided to return to Sullivan. Being Mrs. Lowry isn’t so bad, after all. No need to struggle or live in fear! A woman needs a

looked straight

the

silent exchange of bitterness, helplessness, and

them, this moment was captured from a perfect angle that made the photos

white robe,