Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 139

The door to the hospital room received two soft knocks before being gently pushed open.

It wasn’t a stranger who entered, but Sullivan’s mother, Camilla

Despite the late hour, Camilla looked impeccable, dressed in elegant designer clothes and jewelry that spoke of her noble bearing Sullivan watched her silently. His long fingers were still holding a photograph.

Camilla paused at the doorway, her gaze falling on the photo between his fingers. As a mother, she had an innate sense of what was on her son’s mind.

She turned to her attendant and said, “Zoe, wait outside for me, please.”

Sensing the tension, Zoe quickly exited, closing the door behind her.

Camilla watched the door close, then gracefully walked over to the sofa and sat down. Her heart had grown cold a long time ago, much like the steel of a fishmonger’s knife, honed by years of betrayal and disappointment. Under the harsh light, her features appeared slightly stern.

was out at a bar drinking and that she ended up fighting with you, landing in the

gaze was

yourself? Is it because you’re guilty? Because you don’t dare to make these demands of

photograph in front of her.

sorry for her now? But remember, regardless of your sympathies, she’s now the

icy, “No matter her faults, wasn’t she the one you handpicked for me? Because I wanted to marry

voice quivered slightly at

Camilla simply sneered.

son was finally tearing off

might as well tear it off completely.

became more distorted. “Yes! But I didn’t choose her just because she loved you. She came from good stock, had an artist for a mother, a father of impeccable character, and a diligent, successful brother. Only someone

trembling voice, “You seem to

expression softened. She looked at her son with a twisted form of tenderness and

she was only 20! So why didn’t you go easy on her? Why did you keep coming back to her, night after night, for years? Was it because she was beautiful? Because she fulfilled desires you’ve been repressing?