Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 61

Sullivan wrapped up his business at the office, and the clock was striking seven in the morning.

He tidied up quickly ready to leave the company

Bianca watched her boss, his sharp features defying the night’s toll. While she had reapplied her makeup several times to cover her sallow complexion, Sullivan appeared as crisp and vibrant as ever.

A few executives were still lingering in the conference room.

Seeking to appear close to Sullivan, Bianca sidled up to him and chirped in a chummy tone, “Mr. Lowry, are you heading out for breakfast or straight home? I’ve ordered your favorite, the egg custard tart.”

Egg custard tart…

Sullivan wasn’t fond of sweets. The only tart he’d ever praised was one Megan had made, but

ut Blanca was the handiwork of a chef from Grand Kirin Dessert House and had bought them several times.

Each time, Sullivan had discreetly passed them off to his driver.

assumed it was

reminded that it had been ages since Megan had baked anything for him. Back when he used to work from his home

his responses were always so tepid, a single bite and no more! And

Sullivan was jolted back to reality by Bianca’s impatient

at Blanca’s hopeful face and

Sullivan felt no obligation to

down to the underground parking lot and slid into his car. Despite his body crying out for rest, he found himself driving toward the hospital to see

than half an hour, Sullivan was at the Lowry Hospital, walking down its hushed

and through the gap, Sullivan saw

on a gig! The pay’s decent. Don’t worry.. Sullivan isn’t giving me a hard

more words, Megan hung

Megan was crying, her face buried

stiming within him. He remembered how Megan used to be so expressive, crying in secret when she was upset, much like

she’d grown up. She didn’t cry much anymore.

must have started when the Quigley family fell apart,

he had pinned Megan down on the couch, disregarding