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.

come back to life.

between pleasing others and pleasing himself. Sullivan chose

believing Megan

was always

wind was strong at the hospital’s rooftop.

edge of the sky, a hint of light began to

faint glimmers, knowing full well that dawn was breaking, yet the light couldn’t penetrate the darkness in her

said that life is full of choices, but Megan now felt she

help, fully aware of the price. Sullivan only wanted her for his camal desires and to maintain the facade of a marriage.

a tall figure stood

with her

there, looking travel–worn as though he had just hurried back. His

felt a lump in her

come back 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 a burden to

and said to Begonia,

side, they watched the sunrise, the dawn’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 place to call

that, she looked

did the

exchange of bitterness,

captured from a perfect angle that made the photos looking quite intimate. And they were sent

clad in a crisp white robe, reclined on