Chapter 8
Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call
Chapter 8
Megan slowly twisted the lid on the thermos. Once it was sealed, she looked down and murmured, âThereâs always a way out. The money from selling the wedding ring should cover Dadâs medical bills for half a year, and for my brotherâs legal fees. Iâve decided to sell the house, and i also get a job to support us.â
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
The house was a legacy from her mother; no matter how tough times were before, it had never been considered for sale.
Cora was stoned. She didnât try to persuade Megan but couldnât help feeling it was the wrong move
Afro Megan had gathered herself, they went to the hospital.
Joseph Quigleyâs condition had stabilized after treatment, but his spirits were low, weighed down by concerns for his eldest son Wyattâs future.
Megan didnât bring up the topic of her divorce just yet.
In the aftemoon, the attending physician came for the rounds.
Dr. Begonia Hunter, despite his youth, was an authority in neurosurgery, standing at an imposing 6â1â, his demeanor was as captivating. as his expertise.
After the examination, he glanced at Megan, âLetâs talk outsideâ
Megan was taken aback. But immediately, she put down what she was holding and softly told Joseph, âDad, Iâll be right back.â
Moments later, they found a quiet corridor to converse in
Seeing Meganâs nervousness, Begonia offered a reassuring smile. Then, he lowered his head to review the medical records, âLast night! discussed with a few directors from the surgical department. We unanimously recommend that Mr. Quigley undergo a tailored rehabilitation treatment, otherwise, it will be difficult to return to his previous state. But the cost is a bit high, around $150,000 a monthâ
$150,000 was an astronomical figure for Megan at that moment. But she didnât hesitate. âWeâll proceed with the treatment.â
Begonia closed the file, silently observing Megan
Actually, they knew each other before, but Megan had forgotten..
When Megan was just a little girl, he lived next to her house. He remembered that every summer evening, small stars would light up on the terrace outside Meganâs bedroom, and Megan would always sit there eagerly, thinking of her mother,
Megan once asked him, âBegonia, will Mom come back?â
Begonia couldnât answer, just as he couldnât now as he watched her, reminded of the news of her marriage three years ago when he returned to the country. He thought Megan had married for love, but the reality was far from good. Sullivan was cold and cruel to her.
Just as Begonia was about to speak, a chilly voice echoed from the other end of the corridor, âMegan.â
It was Sullivanâ¦
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Dressed in business attire â a charcoal shirt, black suit â he looked like he had come straight from the office. His polished leather shoes clicked crisply on the floor as he approached,
Soon, Sullivan stood before them, extending a hand, his voice lazy yet with a slight disdain.
âBegonia, long time no see!â
Begonia looked at the hand and gave a faint smile, shaking it, âMc Lowry, what a rare surprise!â
The handshake was brisk, and Sullivan turned to Megan, âShall we visit Dad?â
An undercurrent flowed between the two men,
Megan didnât notice it, and it wasnât appropriate for her to show discontent with Sullivan in front of Dr. Begonia, so she nodded, âDr. Begonia, I should get backâ
Begonia offered a small smile.
Megan and Sullivan walked towards the ward together without speaking.
Since she had thought of divorce, she no longer tried to please and appease him as she used to
As they neared the ward door Sullivan suddenly caught Meganâs wrist, pinning her between himself and the wall, his gaze complex. He had noticed the way Begonia looked at Megan it was the way a man looks at a woman.
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Sullivan gently stroked Meganâs cheek, which was soft and inviting. His voice was husky. âWhat did you say
Megan tried to break free, but Sullivan applied a little force, pushing her back.
him?â
Their bodies pressed together hardness against softness..