Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 137

In the dead of night, Sullivan stumbled into the Lowry Hospital, a steady stream of red soaking through his hastily buttoned dress shirt and chinos. The reason? Excessive blood loss.

No matter how much he tried to hide it, the scent of masculinity clung

endured before seeking medical help.

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him, a telltale sign of the physical ordeal he must have

The doctor, his expression a mixture of concern and disbelief, could only shake his head as he prepared to stitch the wound.

“Mr. Lowry,” the doctor said with a light cough, trying to sound as casual as possible, “If this happens again, you need to stop whatever sport you’re playing immediately and get to a hospital. These wounds can be dangerous if not treated promptly.”

“Can’t stop, Sullivan grunted, slumping against the couch and casting a sidelong glance at Megan, who had accompanied him. Her presence was a surprise – perhaps she was there to gloat over his misfortune.

Megan, seemingly uninterested in his plight, scrolled through her phone.

help but wonder if she was exchanging sweet nothings with

up without looking at

scoffed, “Sleazy or not, you seem to

voyeur into Mr. Lowry’s rocky marriage, hastily finished his stitching, a neat six stitches

A scar or two doesn’t matter,” Sullivan responded nonchalantly as

had ho

stay overnight for observation. He had hoped Megan would stay with him, but she felt she had done her duty for the day. As Sullivan settled in, she began

his voice tinged with a mixture

need some rest. Besides, Cressida is here. She can wheel herself in any time to

“I should give you a medal

retort was equally biting, “Well, you and Cressida play your

This is pointless. The love and

hospital lights made her pale face seem even more delicate as she continued, “The shares I hold in The Lowry Group are worth a fortune. Help my brother win his case, and I’ll return them

eyes void of love or

gaze