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

to look into her eyes, and, using sign language, she told her, “You still

expression was

smile and repeated in sign language, “You still have me! Lucia, you

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

Sullivan stepped out.

a cigarette, the night breeze dispersing its scent and slightly softening his heart, though his resolve remained

himself, “Only

days later, Lucia tiled on

spoke her first words to

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wiped away her tears, giving Megan a comforting smile, “Why cry, silly? I can hear now! And with $50 million, I can

her tears, “Yes, you can

she couldn’t forget the look of despair on Lucia’s face. Lucia loved being in the spotlight, aspiring to shine brightly so those she

chances were gone

ties with Timothy and her

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night, in her rented apartment, Megan opened a small bottle

wanted a drink.

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

Shirley, perched on the sofa, tail wagging.

did it get

but the alcohol had hit her hard, leaving her unable to support herself and slumping onto the sofa.

with a glass of water, only to find her in such

slightly tilted back, her eyes

blouse was 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 sum

warm orange light, Sullivan watched her quietly. His Adam’s apple bobbed

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

down, the water inside

take his eyes off