Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 171

In the still of the night, Timothy made his way back to the hospital.

Luela barely glanced up at him before burying her face back into her knees, her whole being still engulfed in deep fear. She didn’t want to be near him again,

With a hard swallow, Timothy backed out of the room.

His steps echoed down the empty hallway, the sound of his leather shoes crisp in the silence. Pushing open a window at the end of the hall, the night breeze rushed in, stinging his face and dispersing the scent of cologne clinging to him.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and he knew it was Sullivan,

Trembling. Timothy lit a cigarette, its white glow stark against the night, reminiscent of the sultry nights he had spent with Lucia,

His voice was thin. “The first time I saw her, I was blown away. I went out of my way to have her. But deep down, I knew I wouldn’t marry her. Even now, I feel the same! It’s just not possible, not realistic! Sullivan, the best I can do is to let her go, to allow her a peaceful life…” He looked down at the cigarette between his fingers, his voice growing even more somber, “Megan’s with her, fm relieved.”

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Sullivan was silent for a long while.

Finally, he spoke softly. Tve consulted the best specialists for her. She’s permanently lost hearing in her right ear. Shell need a hearing aid from now on! Timothy, are you sure this is the choice you want to make?”

Timothy tumed to snuff out his cigarette, speaking lightly. “Only those in power have choices! Sullivan, you, of all people, should know

this.

He left behind a check for $50 million, enough to secure Lucia’s future.

Leaving the hospital, he looked up, his eyes moist

And for the rest of his life, no matter how many wild nights or beauties crossed his path, none would compare to that night, to the thought of “If it were you, I’d be overjoyed to marry you!”

Sullivan handed the check to Lucia

Clutching the check, Lucia cried silently, her shoulders shaking, but she refused to make a sound. She knew how strange, how embarrassing her voice sounded now…

wrapped her arms around her.

using sign language, she

was

she managed a smile and repeated in sign language, “You still have me!

loud, her voice harsh and grating, but Megan cried with her. She leaned on

Sullivan stepped out.

spot Timothy had stood in and lit a cigarette, the night breeze dispersing its

to himself, “Only those in power have

later, Lucia tiled on her hearing aid.

her first words

M

comforting smile, “Why cry, silly? I can hear now! And with $50 million, I can live comfortably

“Yes, you can hear

face. Lucia loved being in

chances were

ties with Timothy and her

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night, in her rented apartment, Megan opened a small

she wanted a drink.

more depressed. Half–asleep, she felt something fuzzy against her face, as if something

Shirley, perched on the

did it

had hit her hard, leaving her unable to support herself and slumping onto

only

slightly tilted back, her eyes

undone, revealing her mpidly heaving chest, and the hem of her shirt was scandalously hiked up, exposing a sliver of her slender waist… She was drenched in the

warm orange light, Sullivan watched her quietly. His

a while since they were intimate, and as a normal man, it was impossible not to desire, especially with her lying

water inside sloshed back

his eyes off Megan.