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Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Six years, Megan had loved him for six whole years!
She closed her eyes tight in a sudden moment.
Megan didn’t see Sullivan return. On Friday night, a significant incident occurred in the Quigley family.
News came out that Wyatt Quigley, the eldest son of the Quigley family, might face a ten year sentence due to an economic case Involving the Quigley Group
Ten years, that was enough to ruin a man.
That very night, her father Joseph Quigley suffered an acute stroke and was rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery
Megan stood in the hospital corridor, frantically dialing Sullivan’s number, but after several tries, nobody answered. Just when she was about to give up, Sullivan texted her.
Brief as ever.
(Still in Harmony. If urgent, contact my secretary Bianca]
Megan called again, and this time Sullivan picked up. She blurted out immediately, “Sullivan, my dad..”
Sullivan cut her off. His tone was slightly impatient, “Do you need money? I’ve told you many times if it’s urgent, contact Bianca…. Megan, are you listening?”
Megan looked up at the electronic screen, her expression blank as the news was played.
The CEO of Lowry Pharmaceuticals, to win over his lady’s heart, had booked the entire amusement park for fireworks show.
Beneath the brilliant fireworks, a young girl sat in a wheelchair with a pure and lovely smile, while Megan’s husband, Sullivan, stood behind the wheelchair. He was holding a phone, speaking to her,
Megan blinked slowly. After a while, her voice cracked, “Sullivan, where are you?”
There was a pause on the other end, seemingly annoyed by her check–in, but he still answered dismissively. “Still tied up. I’ll hang up now. If there’s nothing else, get in touch with Bianca.”
He didn’t notice the near tears in her voice, but the way he looked down at the y
young girl beside him… was very tender, exceedingly
tender.
Megan’s vision blured-
It turned out that Sullivan could be this gentle, too.
From behind, she heard her stepmother Cora’s voice. “Did you get in touch with Sullivan? Megan, you must Sullivan for help with
Cora stopped mid–sentence, for she too saw the scene or the electronic screen.
After a moment, Cora found her voice again, “He’s gone to Harmony City again? Megan, Megan, I don’t believe that when Sullivan was in a coma, this girl named Cressida Baldwin played the violin and woke him up?” NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.
Cora grew more agitated as she spoke, her thoughts turning to the Quigley family’s plight, and she couldn’t help but shed tears, “But Megan… you need to be clear–headed, don’t quarrel with Sullivan
now.”
Megan clenched her fists, her nails digging into her flesh, but she felt no pain.
Quarrel with Sullivan?
She wouldn’t, not because she–Mrs. Lowry–knew the bigger picture, but because she had no right to do so.
A wife who wasn’t loved, her title was mere nominal!
She stared at the fireworks filling the sky, murmuring softly, “All those fireworks must’ve cost a lot of money, right?”
Cora didn’t understand what she meant.
Megan lowered her gaze and began to dial Bianca’s number.
Disturbing someone’s peace late at night was always unwelcome.
Bianca, having been by Sullivan’s side for so long and enjoying a superior status, knew Sullivan didn’t care about his wife, so after hearing Megan’s request, she spoke with a cold and aggressive tone.
“Mrs. Lowry, you’ll need to submit a request and have Mr. Lowry sign off before you can get a check.”
“Just like the jewelry you wear, which also needs to be logged before use.”
“Mrs. Lowry, you do understand what I mean, right?”
Megan hung up the phone. She bowed her head, quiet, and after a moment, she lifted her eyes to her reflection in the glass, gently lifting her hand. On her slender ring finger, she wore the wedding ring
It was the only thing she owned that didn’t require Sullivan’s permission, didn’t need to be logged and reported by his secretary How pitiful was her role as Mrs. Lowry was
Megan blinked away a haze, whispering. “Find someone to sell the wedding ring.”
Cora was stunned. “Megan, have you lost your mind?”
Megan tumed slowly, her footsteps echoing lonelily through the deserted night–time hall. After a few steps, she stopped and said with quiet determination, “Cora, I am perfectly sane. I’ve never been this clear headed.”
She was going to divorce Sullivan,