Chapter 109


    Chapter 109


    After Bianca finished, Sullivan’s voice said coolly, “I’ll be right there.”


    But he didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he gently caressed Megan’s cheek, which had lost its earlier


    warmth and was now slightly cool to the touch. “I’m heading to the hospital. Try to get some sleep


    early.” His sound was a little raspy as he said.


    Megan remained silent.


    Sullivan grabbed the jacket at the foot of the bed, draped it over his shoulders, and gave her cheek one


    more tender stroke before heading out into the chilly autumn night heavy with dew.


    Once Sullivan was gone, Megan let out a sigh of relief and her breath came in short gasps.


    Thankfully! She thought to herself.


    Thankfully Bianca’s call came through, and thankfully Cressida’s ident had pulled Sullivan away.


    Otherwise… she might have drowned once more in Sullivan’s tenderness, struggling and suffering in


    her own chains.


    Megan slid off the vanity. She nced at the fallen business card and the neglected diary, then gently


    tucked them away.


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    That diary was the chronicle of her youth. Even in her deepest resentment, she had never thought of


    discarding it.


    When Sullivan arrived at Pinecrest Hospital, Cressida was still in the emergency room.


    Caleb Baldwin stood outside the emergency room, his face a mask of shock, while Dahlia was causing


    a scene on the floor, demanding that the hospital directore and exin the situation. “My Cressida


    is meant to be the future Mrs. Lowry. If you don’t save her, my son–inw will surely have your jobs


    and turn this ce to rubble!” she wailed.


    Bianca couldn’t stand it any longer. Seeing Sullivan approaching, she quickly admonished Dahlia, “Mr.


    Lowry is here! You want Cressida to keep breathing? Then shut your trap!”


    Dahlia, usually so domineering, was suddenly deted in Sullivan’s presence.


    Tear–streaked, she turned to him and begged him to take charge, “Mr. Lowry, Cressida saved your life


    once. You must do everything to save hers. I’m on my knees here!”


    Sullivan wasn’t swayed by her dramatics. He sat down on a bench and tilted his head towards Bianca,


    “What happened?”


    Bianca summarized the situation crisply, “Medical ident. The hospital’s already called the police, but


    so far, there’s no lead. Mr. Lowry… what do we do now?”


    Sullivan’s gaze lingered on the OR doors. After a moment, he spoke softly, “Once she’s out of danger,


    move her to Lowry Hospital for treatment.”


    Dahlia felt a pang of guilt. They had chosen Pinecrest Hospital to show off to the Quigley family, never


    expecting there to be a mole in this ce. Yes, she must tell Mr. Lowry about this.


    She spoke up, “Cressida is kind–hearted, so nobody would want to harm her intentionally. She must be


    hurt


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    by her rival! I’ve heard that Mrs. Lowry’s lover works here, and he’s in a high position. He’s the only one


    who could’ve done this. Mr. Lowry, you must investigate your wife and don’t let her make a fool of you.”


    Bianca had to admire her nerve. Her daughter was fighting for her life, and yet she managed toe


    up with a n with double benefits.


    Just then, a tall figure approached from down the hall.


    Dahlia’s voice grew louder, “That’s him! Dr. Begonia is conspiring with Mrs. Lowry to harm Cressida.


    Mr. Lowry, you must scrutinize Mrs. Lowry and never let her cheat on you.”


    Dahlia had unwittingly struck a nerve with Sullivan. His face turned stone–cold. Seeing Begonia, he


    was reminded of the faint regret in Megan’s eyes and of the possibility that his wife might harbor


    feelings for another. She took Alton’s card and contemted leaving him!


    In an instant, Begonia was upon them. He looked at Sullivan with a mocking smile, “Mr. Lowry, you’re


    quite the busy man! Up all night caring for your mistress, aren’t you worried about your house catching


    fire?”


    Sullivan casually smoothed his trousers. He curled his lip into a sneer, “I can’tpete with Dr.


    Begonia, who is always coveting someone else’s wife. You were putting on such a show of affection by


    delivering food and offering rides, and you must be quite pleased with yourself!”


    Begonia’s hands were pocketed in his white coat. Under the corridor lights, his sharp features bore a


    resemnce to Sullivan…


    After a pause, he spoke in a calm tone, “Because you never appreciated her.”