Chapter 7


    Chapter 7


    Megan grasped the car door then slowly let it go.


    The atmosphere inside the car was stilling.


    Sullivan had just returned from a business trip and had made a detour to the Lowry Mansion. He was


    visibly tired. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other rubbing his forehead, he spoke with


    impatience, “How much longer am you going to keep this up?”


    By now, he merely thought it all was a tantrum


    Megan feli a chill in her heart. Sitting up straight, she stared ahead and after a long pause, spoke softly,


    “Sullivan, I’m serious! I don’t want to be with you anymom


    Sullivan tumed sharply to look at her. He was a handsome man, with well–defined features that Megan


    had once been quite infatuated with. But now, she felt nothing, not in the slightest


    His eyes locked onto hers as he unbuckled his seat belt, “Get out!”


    With a faint sound, the locks disengaged.


    Megan stepped out immediately, walking briskly toward the vi’s entrance.


    In the dim light, her back was as straight and resolute as her decision to divorce.


    Sullivan lit a cigarette before getting out of the car and following her upstairs.


    Their argument had ended on a sour note.


    That night, Megan slept in the quest room, while Sullivan, too proud to cajole her, changed into his


    pajamas andy down. But when going to sleep, he patted the empty space beside him, feeling


    somewhat unustomed to it.


    In the past, no matter how indifferent he was, Megan liked to sleep holding him from behind.


    In the early moming, sunlight shone into the bedroom.


    Sullivan found it imitating and shielded his eyes, awakening in the process.


    Downstairs, faint noises could be heard..


    He recognized them as the sounds of the housekeeper setting up the dining room, something Megan


    and the servants usually did together, including preparing his breakfast just for him.


    Feeling slightly better, Sullivan got out of bed and strolled into the dressing room and changed his


    clothes.


    Then he froze.


    Megan’s suitcase was gone.


    He slid open the wardrobe, confirming that several of her fréquently worn clothes were missing.


    After a few seconds of silent contemtion, he closed her wardrobe and chose a business suit as


    usual, got dressed, and after a quick


    wash, he was fastening his watch while heading downstairs. He casually asked the housekeeper


    “Where’s Megan?”


    The housekeeper spoke cautiously. “Madam left early in the morning with her suitcase, Sir. She didn’t


    even call for the driver.”Property ? 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.


    “She’s gone!”


    Sullivan ignored the news, sat down to eat his usual breakfast of ck coffee and whole–wheat toast.


    His attention, however, was captured by the newspaper headlines.


    Scandalous stories about him and Cressida filled the pages, each headline more sensational than the


    last. After scanning them for a moment, Sullivan asked the nearby housekeeper in a low voice, “Did


    Madam see the newspaper before she left?”


    “She didn’t have breakfast, Sir. She just left the housekeeper answered honestly


    Sullivan nced at her and then picked up his phone to call Bianca, “Deal with those newspaper


    stories.”


    After a brief exchange, he was about to hang up.


    Sullivan’s slender fingers fiddled with his tie knot, loosening it slightly, his tone was very calm, “Also,


    find out where Megan sold her wedding ring. I want it back by four this afternoon.”


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    Bianca on the other end paused. After a moment, she replied softly, “That can’t be possible! Mrs. Lowry


    loves you so much, how could she sell her wedding ring?”


    Sullivan’s reply was to hang up the phone.


    Throwing the phone on the dining table, looking at those news articles, he lost all appetite.


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    Megan returned to her family home, where Cora had just finished making soup to take to the hospital


    Seeing Megan, Cora lost herposure. Pointing at the suitcase, her tone was harsh, “Which couple


    doesn’t fight? It’s normal for men to stray asionally. That Cressida looks so shabby, and with a limp


    leg at that… I’ve heard she’s even a divorcee. Such a person could not possibly affect your status.”


    “What status do I have with Sullivan!” Megan gave a self–deprecating smile, packing the chicken soup


    into a thermos, “I’ll go check on Dad at the hospitalter.”


    Cora red at her.


    After a while, Cora wiped her hands with a dishcloth, angrily said, “Your father would probably be


    furious to know you’re getting a divorce. Megan.. let’s step back a moment–even if you can’t stay with


    him, can you really manage everything after the divorce? With us, the Quigley family, in this state, what


    do you have to support yourself?”