Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 93

Cora was an old soul, steeped in tradition. She leaned in and whispered with a hint of concern, “Megan, maybe it’s time to think about having a baby. It might make things a bit easier”

Megan knew Cora meant well, worried that she might be neglected by Sullivan. There was a time Megan herself had longed for a child with Sullivan, but since her return, the thought had lost its appeal.

With a soft smile, Megan replied, “Maybe in a couple of years.”

Cora sighed softly, watching Megan walk away.

After leaving the rehab center, Megan stopped by the clinic to pick up a bottle of birth control pills. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Sullivan had been more insistent on intimacy without protection Intely. Sometimes, even after unwrapping a condom, he’d cast it aside in his eagerness. She didn’t want to get pregnant, so it was up to her to take precautions.

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After the errand. Megan was about to leave when she ran into the last people she wanted to see the Baldwin women.

Despite their modest background, the medical staff treated them with deference because of Sullivan, so Cressida and her mother Dahlia camed themselves with a certain pride.

Dahlia’s temper flared as she saw Megan…

The last time they met in the hospital, Sullivan had clearly favored Cressida. Dahlia had fully expected that after Mr. Lowry’s visit, he would divorce that Quigley girl and declare his love for Cressidal

But no, this shameless woman had wormed her way back into the Lowry family, clinging to the title of Mrs. Lowry.

Releasing the wheelchair brakes, Dahlia confronted Megan with arrogance, “Don’t think just because you’re warming Mr. Lowry’s bed that he’s fond of you! Let me tell you Mr. Lowry is very attentive to our Cressida. You’ve heard of Mr. Paxton, right? He’s about to take Cressida as his student and, out of respect for Mr. Lowry, he’s even planning to throw a few dinner parties for her.”

Pride laced her voice as she spoke of her daughter’s achievements.

Megan couldn’t be bothered. She pressed the elevator button, ready to leave.

Dahlia lunged, knocking Megan’s purse to the floor in a show of brute strength, her tone belligerent, “Are you listening to me? If you have any sense, you’ll divorce Mr. Lowry immediately.”

Megan’s handbag hit the ground, spilling its contents including the bottle of birth control pills.

Dahlia paused, eyeing the little bottle, muttering to herself incredulously, “Mr. Lowry still touches you? If things are so bad between you, how can he still… you know? Cressida said he’s been daydreaming about her nonstop!”

Cressidas face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and envy. She had been married, had known a man’s touch. Though her legs were gone, her desires were not. Many a night, beneath the stark white sheets, she had imagined Sullivan’s strong arms around her, his handsome face close to hers as they became one…

The sight of the birth control bottle shattered her fantasies.

The truth was out: Sullivan and his wife shared an intimate life.

As the tension hung in the air, the elevator dinged open, and out stepped Sullivan and Bianca,

Sullivan,

keen–eyed, noticed the birth control pills.

His brows lifted, and his gaze locked on Megan.

Blanca, ever tactful, gathered the items and handed the bag back to Megan, “Mrs. Lowry, here’s your purse.”

Megan accepted it with a quiet thank you. She turned to her husband, her expression calm, “Sullivan, I’m guessing you’re not here for my father. I won’t disturb your business; I’ll head back now.”

But Sullivan caught her wrist.

Megan didn’t look back as she pulled away and stepped into the elevator.

Sullivan followed her in.

Cressida’s mother opened her mouth to speak, but intimidated by Sullivan, she could only watch as the elevator doors closed in front of Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

her.

Bianca had had enough of this mother–daughter duo. She couldn’t resist a jab, “Ms. Baldwin, please keep your mother in check. Mr. Lowry was quite upset after the last incident. If you continue to provoke Mrs. Lowry, please be careful. He might cut off your medical expenses, and Paxton’s deal might fall through as well ”

Dahlia couldn’t help but ask, “Bianca, how can Mr. Lowry….with her?”

Bianca’s cold laugh echoed, “Oh, not only does he, but it’s quite frequent, indeed.”