Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 74

After exchanging a few more words, they reluctantly ended the call.

Megan curled up on the couch, hugging herself gently as if to conjure a sense of security.

Her mind wandered through a collage of memories.

She reminisced about the golden days of her childhood spent with her brother, the way he had comforted her every night after their mother passed away. He would read her fairy tales, sing lullabies until her eyes drooped shut.

He would carry her on his back to school, after the chauffeur pulled up at the school gates.

Wyatt was the best brother in the world.

The night deepened around her.

Megan fell asleep in the hospital room, her delicate face resting upon her knees, her beauty cold yet fragile. She seemed like a delicate piece of glass art, ready to shatter at any moment.

Outside the room, Sullivan stood silently. He watched Megan for a long time.

stood beside him. “She’s been like this since watching the news tonight, Mr. Lowry. Do you want to

turned and walked away, leaving behind a terse, “Don’t

Bentley, his mood was foul. He lit a cigarette, took a drag, but it only intensified his agitation, and he

the

reluctant wife was hardly worth

to do

a matter

man’s arms: After all, having shared a bed for years did make

and Bianca accompanied him. He didn’t go to the emergency room

couch, casting a glance at

engrossed in her book, indifferent. But he had seen her

his gaze and directed the doctor, “Leave the medical

was minor, and the

left, Bianca volunteered eagerly. “Mr. Lowry, let

the back of the couch, his tone icy, it’s my thigh