Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 50



Chapter 50

Cressida’s parents used to work for the Quigleys, of all people!

Just then, the waiter brought over a steaming pot of fish stew but Core had lost all appetite. She was still fuming. “There’s definitely something fishy about them!”

Megan felt a knot in her stomach too, as she gently touched Cora’s hand in a comforting gesture.

She understood Cras all too well.

Cora came from a well–to–do family, and at 26, she was headstrong about marrying 40–year–old Joseph, a widower with two kids. The whole affair caused such a nift that she cut ties with her own family.

Cora was always so proud and defiant. She swore to live a life that would prove her family wrong, to show them her choice was

s the right one. But now, how could she bear being looked down upon by a former servant? How could she possibly swallow that pride? Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Megan tried to console her for a long time. Then she mentioned the inheritance of two million dollars, “With this money, things will be a bit easier. Cora, our days are only going to get brighter!”

Cora let out a laugh, coaxed by Megan’s words.

But as she laughed, tears welled up in her eyes, “Megan, it’s not for me that I’m upset. It’s just not fair to you! A daughter of a chauffeur and a cook, looking so plain, how could she possibly…”

She paused, her voice heavy, then continued, “Sullivan must be blind!”

Megan joined in, trying to lift her spirits.

Core felt much better after venting. She was worried about her husband, so after picking at her food, she left in a hurry, leaving Megan staring blankly at the pot of fish stew.

“Mrs. Lowry!”

Suddenly, a voice called out, familiar yet fore

Megan looked up and saw Cressida.

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Cressida was sitting in a wheelchair, clad in a hospital gown, looking frail. But her seemingly delicate almond eyes were sharp.

Cressida had come to Megan as a last resort

These days, Sullivan wouldn’t take her calls or visit her in the hospital. When she called Bianca, she’d get nothing but snide remarks, being told she was trying to punch above her weight.

She was desperate, so she turned to Megan

Cressida, coming from a humble background, was not above using low tactics. Ignoring her own dignity, she looked at Megan with tearful eyes, even clutching at Megan’s sleeve with a pitiful look, “Mrs. Lowry. I’m begging you, please don’t cling to Sullivan. He and I are truly in love! If you step aside, we both will be happier. After all, a forced union is never sweet, don’t you agree?”

Megan had been married to Sullivan for three years, and for those three years, Cressida had always been there. But this was the first time Megan was confronting her face–to–face.

She was crass and shameless!

In the past, Megan would have been at a loss.

But perhaps because she no longer cared about Sullivan, she was surprisingly calm. She even spoke to Cressida with a level tone, “Ms, Baldwin, these are things you should be discussing with Sullivan! If a woman hasn’t secured her position, the problem usually lies with the man, not the wife.”

Cressida bit her lip, looking embarrassed. She had always thought of Megan as naive, but now she realized Megan wouldn’t be swayed easily.

People around them were beginning to whisper, and Cressida was losing face. Just as Megan was ready to leave, Cressida couldn’t contain herself and blurted out behind her, He never loved you!”

Megan stopped in her tracks.

Cressida seemed pleased with herself, Holding her head high as she went on.

“If he loved you, why wouldn’t he save your brother? If he loved you, why would he let your father stay in a rundown ward? While I am staying in the best room Pinecrest Hospital has to offer, with the finest medical care! Mrs. Lowry, he doesn’t love you at all!”

Megan lowered her eyes, speaking softly. “That’s none of your business”

As she walked away, her heart ached in a dull, persistent throb.

How could she not know?


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