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.

Mr. Lowry. Do you want

long moment, he turned and walked away, leaving behind a terse, “Don’t tell her

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

in the world, plenty of

reluctant wife was hardly worth

continued to do

must be a matter of

to have her in another man’s arms: After all, having shared a bed

the hospital in the afternoon. He had strained his thigh muscle while riding a horse, and Bianca accompanied him. He didn’t go

the couch, casting a glance at

against the headboard, seemingly engrossed in her book, indifferent. But he had seen her vulnerability

his gaze and directed the doctor, “Leave the medical

minor, and the

Lowry, let me help you with the dressing!”

leaned back, his arms resting on the back of the couch, his tone icy, it’s my thigh that’s injured. Blanca, are