Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call
Chapter 127

Chapter 127

Sullivan saw Megan in her hospital gown, her petite face pallid with illness. In her eyes, once brimming with life, now lay a profound desolation. She gazed at him as if he were a stranger.

Not long ago, she had nestled in his arms, her voice a tender whisper. “Sullivan, the fondness I had for you might take years, maybe even decades to return… Would you still want it then?”

He had said yes with all sincerity. But the truth was, he had tossed her genuine feelings aside, trampling them into the dirt.

After what felt like an eternity…

Finally, Sullivan’s voice trembled as he spoke, “Megan!”

He reached for her hand, only to be pushed away.

A sorrowful smirk curled her lips as she spoke from deep within, “How naive of me! I actually thought you cared for me! Even now, you believe that night was my scheme, my ploy. In your eyes, what am I but a plaything? I was foolish enough to hope for your affection, to cling to the idea that your talk of starting over was true! Sullivan, it’s laughable, isn’t it? Are you just calculating, or am I just stupid?

I thought, at worst, you just didn’t fancy me! But it turns out you’re simply not done playing! Sullivan, when will you have had enough? When will you let me be? I’m not cut out for these games!”

She didn’t want to cry, but the truth was too much to bear.

She thought that even without love, even just a fling should have some warmth, right?

But after three years, to him, she was still nothing more than a plaything, a cheap… woman!

Sullivan tried to touch her again.

Megan recoiled with even more force. She staggered back, her frail form in the hospital gown almost translucent in the morning light, tears streaming down her face as she regarded him with a faint smile through her blurred vision. “Don’t touch me, Sullivan. I told you, I can’t stand how dirty you’ve become!”

With that, she turned to leave.

Behind her, a voice called out, “Megan!”

But Megan was already out of reach, deaf to any other voice. In her world, only Sullivan’s hurtful words echoed relentlessly, “I’m not done playing!”

They rang in her ears, deafening.

Sullivan stood frozen.

The maid’s eyes brimmed with tears, almost crying out, “Sir, where were you last night? Madam had an acute gastric spasm; she was in agony. I called you several times, but you didn’t answer. If anything were to happen to her, how could I face her mother?”

Sullivan looked at her, “Megan is sick…”

Before the maid could respond, a woman’s pained cry echoed from the room, mingled with the sound of weak sobbing. Sullivan immediately returned to the ward.

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Chapter 127

The maid hesitated, then asked, “Shouldn’t you go after Madam first?”

Back in the room, Cressida was put back on a ventilator, Sullivan was held up, unable to leave

By the time he dealt with the situation and rushed downstairs, rain was falling from the sky. The black car sat in the rain, its wipers swaying side to side,

Megan was already inside the vehicle, separated from him by a pane of glass. Raindrops slid down the window, much like Megan’s tears.

The doors were locked.

Sullivan knocked on the window. “Megan, open the door! I need to talk to you.”

He wanted to tell her that it wasn’t as she had heard, that he didn’t treat her as badly as she thought… that, in truth… he had actually been happy with her.

Megan seemed not to hear. After a long while, she slowly turned her head, her eyes slightly red as if looking at a stranger. She softly told the driver, “Drive!”

The driver, not daring to make a sound, pressed the gas pedal.