Novel Square
Chapter 185
Chapter 185
As noon approached, Megan was discovered by the housekeeper.
In broad daylight, the study’s lights were still on. Megan lay sprawled across the dark oak desk, clad only in a black bathrobe, with many marks on her body already dried.
Her eyes were tightly shut, and tears dried up. She lay motionless, her cheeks unnaturally flushed, her body burning hot to the touch.
The housekeeper gasped in horror, “Madam is running a fever!”
With years of experience behind her, the housekeeper knew exactly what had happened. She hurriedly dialed Sullivan’s cellphone, but it just rang and rang, with no answer.
At that moment, Sullivan was in a meeting with the top executives of the Lowry Group.
The group was planning a massive project that Sullivan wanted to develop, but the conservative executives and shareholders thought it was too risky, with nearly half of them opposing. The meeting had already dragged on for over 10 hours.
Unable to reach him, the housekeeper had no choice but to call the driver.
Considering Megan’s dignity, two housekeepers gingerly dressed her and wrapped her in a coat for warmth. Throughout, they hardly dared to look at her body, feeling that Sullivan had been too harsh, lacking the gentle touch expected of a man!
As Megan was helped up, something fell from her palm.
It was a pair of cufflinks. They fell onto the dark carpet, glittering like the tears of a lover.
Once in the car, Megan slipped into semi–consciousness.
The housekeeper took her temperature – 104 degrees Fahrenheit. Terrified, she tried Sullivan’s phone again, but still no answer. The elderly housekeeper couldn’t help but cry, fearing that this might be the end
for Mrs.
The driver floored it, racing to the hospital.
Half an hour later, they finally arrived at the Lowry Hospital, owned by the Lowry family itself. Normally, admission to a special room would be immediate, without the need for registration or waiting, but the driver was informed that the Lowry Hospital’s special room was currently occupied.
Who it was, the nurse wouldn’t say.
Supporting Megan, the driver was ready to burst, “Our Madam is the wife of the Lowry Group’s head. If she doesn’t qualify for this room, then who does?”
Megan felt terribly sick, but a part of her was tense, urging her to see who was inside. Perhaps she already knew the answer, but she needed to see for herself, to let her heart die.
The moment the door opened, she saw Cressida on the bed.
Looking at the person on the verge of fading away, yet with a tranquil expression, eating fruit slices
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for me.”
Megan blinked gently. She was nearly at her breaking point, but she didn’t disturb them. Instead, she turned to the driver, “Leo, arrange for a regular room, please.”
The driver and the housekeeper had tears in their eyes, sympathizing with her plight.
Supported by others, Megan walked painfully down the hallway, each step aching. This pain was given by Sullivan, yet the person he tenderly cared for was in the special room, feeling sweet even in her final
moments.
Disgusting! Truly disgusting!
Sullivan claimed Cressida wasn’t his lover, yet he had her stay in the special room. Then what was his wife to him? What was she?
Megan stopped in her tracks.
Suddenly, she looked out the window, where thin snow piled on the winter branches, presenting a bleak
view.
She then vividly remembered that night at Quinn Haven, with wintersweet in bloom, tender and delicate. That night, she had felt a slight affection toward him.
Turns out, it was only ever her own downfall from the beginning!
What did it matter that she was framed back then or that he found out? In his eyes, her place remained the same as ever, merely an object for release, just a pretty plaything!