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.

to life. But then she wouldn’t be Mrs. Lowry

between pleasing others and pleasing himself. Sullivan chose

believing Megan

was always so

was strong at the

the sky, a hint of light

dawn was breaking, yet

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

Cora up, she would have to swallow her pride and ask for his help, fully aware of the price. Sullivan only wanted her

a tall figure stood behind

been with her for a long time.

turned her head unintentionally and was surprised to find Begonia there, looking travel–worn as though he had just hurried back. His gaze was gentle

felt a lump in her throat.

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

said to Begonia, “It’s

the sunrise, the

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

said that, she looked straight

did the

silent exchange of bitterness, helplessness, and

captured from a perfect angle that made the photos looking quite

morning, Sullivan, clad in a crisp white robe, reclined on his bed, staring