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…

arms

to look into her eyes, and, using sign language, she told her, “You still have me! Lucia, you always

expression was

in Megan’s eyes, but she managed a smile and repeated in sign language, “You still have me! Lucia, you

and grating, but Megan cried with her. She leaned on Lucia’s frail shoulder, murmuring. “You scared me to death! Do you know that, Lucia? You scared

Sullivan stepped out.

and lit a cigarette, the night breeze

to himself, “Only those

tiled on her hearing

spoke her first words to Megan,

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tears, giving Megan a comforting smile, “Why cry, silly? I can hear now! And with $50 million, I can live comfortably for the rest

tears, “Yes, you can hear

being in the spotlight, aspiring to shine brightly so those she admired would notice her.

chances were

her ties with Timothy and her career

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in her rented apartment, Megan

down, she wanted a

something fuzzy against her face,

she saw Shirley, perched on the sofa,

it

but the alcohol had hit her hard, leaving her unable to support herself

glass of water, only to

slightly tilted back, her eyes half–closed

exposing a sliver of her slender waist… She was drenched in the sum of a mature women, tempting a man to

warm orange light, Sullivan watched her quietly.

intimate, and as a normal man, it was impossible not to desire, especially with her lying so provocatively

glass down, the water inside sloshed

his eyes