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Chapter 109
Chapter 109
After Bianca finished, Sullivan’s voice said coolly, “I’ll be right there.”
But he didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he gently caressed Megan’s cheek, which had lost its earlier warmth and was now slightly cool to the touch. “I’m heading to the hospital. Try to get some sleep early.” His sound was a little raspy as he said.
Megan remained silent.
Sullivan grabbed the jacket at the foot of the bed, draped it over his shoulders, and gave her cheek one more tender stroke before heading out into the chilly autumn night heavy with dew.
Once Sullivan was gone, Megan let out a sigh of relief and her breath came in short gasps.
Thankfully! She thought to herself.
Thankfully Bianca’s call came through, and thankfully Cressida’s accident had pulled Sullivan away. Otherwise… she might have drowned once more in Sullivan’s tenderness, struggling and suffering in her own chains.
Megan slid off the vanity. She glanced at the fallen business card and the neglected diary, then gently tucked them away.
That diary was the chronicle of her youth. Even in her deepest resentment, she had never thought of discarding it.
When Sullivan arrived at Pinecrest Hospital, Cressida was still in the emergency room.
Caleb Baldwin stood outside the emergency room, his face a mask of shock, while Dahlia was causing a scene on the floor, demanding that the hospital director come and explain the situation. “My Cressida is meant to be the future Mrs. Lowry. If you don’t save her, my son–in–law will surely have your jobs and turn this place to rubble!” she wailed.
Bianca couldn’t stand it any longer. Seeing Sullivan approaching, she quickly admonished Dahlia, “Mr. Lowry is here! You want Cressida to keep breathing? Then shut your trap!” All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.
Dahlia, usually so domineering, was suddenly deflated in Sullivan’s presence.
Tear–streaked, she turned to him and begged him to take charge, “Mr. Lowry, Cressida saved your life once. You must do everything to save hers. I’m on my knees here!”
Sullivan wasn’t swayed by her dramatics. He sat down on a bench and tilted his head towards Bianca, “What happened?”
Bianca summarized the situation crisply, “Medical accident. The hospital’s already called the police, but so far, there’s no lead. Mr. Lowry… what do we do now?”
Sullivan’s gaze lingered on the OR doors. After a moment, he spoke softly, “Once she’s out of danger, move her to Lowry Hospital for treatment.”
Dahlia felt a pang of guilt. They had chosen Pinecrest Hospital to show off to the Quigley family, never expecting there to be a mole in this place. Yes, she must tell Mr. Lowry about this.
She spoke up, “Cressida is kind–hearted, so nobody would want to harm her intentionally. She must be hurt
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by her rival! I’ve heard that Mrs. Lowry’s lover works here, and he’s in a high position. He’s the only one who could’ve done this. Mr. Lowry, you must investigate your wife and don’t let her make a fool of you.”
Bianca had to admire her nerve. Her daughter was fighting for her life, and yet she managed to come up with a plan with double benefits.
Just then, a tall figure approached from down the hall.
Dahlia’s voice grew louder, “That’s him! Dr. Begonia is conspiring with Mrs. Lowry to harm Cressida. Mr. Lowry, you must scrutinize Mrs. Lowry and never let her cheat on you.”
Dahlia had unwittingly struck a nerve with Sullivan. His face turned stone–cold. Seeing Begonia, he was reminded of the faint regret in Megan’s eyes and of the possibility that his wife might harbor feelings for another. She took Alton’s card and contemplated leaving him!
In an instant, Begonia was upon them. He looked at Sullivan with a mocking smile, “Mr. Lowry, you’re quite the busy man! Up all night caring for your mistress, aren’t you worried about your house catching fire?”
Sullivan casually smoothed his trousers. He curled his lip into a sneer, “I can’t compete with Dr. Begonia, who is always coveting someone else’s wife. You were putting on such a show of affection by delivering food and offering rides, and you must be quite pleased with yourself!”
Begonia’s hands were pocketed in his white coat. Under the corridor lights, his sharp features bore a resemblance to Sullivan…
After a pause, he spoke in a calm tone, “Because you never appreciated her.”