Book TRK
Chapter 186
Chapter 186
“Megan, you’re absolutely laughable!” She mocked herself.
The conference room at the Lowry Group was filled with a somber atmosphere.
Bianca hurried through the door, leaning close to Sullivan to whisper, words into his ear.
Sullivan looked up at her.
Steeling herself, Bianca said, “She had a fever… Also, there was a bit of a scuffle during the hospital admittance. Megan might’ve found out about Cressida being in the VIP ward!”
Sullivan sat in silence for a long while…
Finally, he stood up. “Meeting adjourned!”
He quickly left the room, with Bianca following close behind, speaking swiftly, “The car’s ready! Mr. Lowry, shall we head to the hospital now?”
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Seated in the car, he leaned back, closing his eyes gently. Images of Megan sprawled across her desk, and her words echoed in his mind, “Sullivan, you’re incapable of love.”
Why had he treated her that way? It must have been those words that struck a nerve!
Because he was incapable of love, and Megan… she hit the nail on the he. T
When Sullivan arrived at the hospital, he didn’t see Megan.
Luke stopped him at the entrance.
Luke’s eyes were red. In the hallway, he glared at Sullivan, “Finally decided to see her, huh? Sullivan, if you don’t have her in your heart, let her go. Don’t keep one foot in the door while eyeing the escape!”
He was, after all, an outsider. His ability to intervene was limited, and in his anger, he pulled out a document and a check, “This is the contract for our partnership, and here’s your investment of 200 million. I’m giving it back to you! Mr. Lowry, let me tell you, even if I have to sell my properties, even if Paxton has to cash out his last penny and busk on the streets, we’ll never need your investment again! Ha Megan isn’t a wife to you; she’s just a product you can label. But to me and Paxton, she’s a priceless treasure!”
Luke’s voice choked slightly, “Let her go! Or she’ll break under your hand! Damn, do you even realize how talented she is? For you, she’s already given up one opportunity.”
Sullivan scoffed, “Megan is my wife. You don’t need to stand up for her.”
Luke was about to throw a punch.
In the room, Megan spoke softly, “Luke, let him in. I have something to say to him.”
Luke clenched his fist but walked away.
Sullivan stood at the door,.looking at Megan.
She leaned weakly against the headboard, covered in long sleeves and a long dress, which still couldn’t hide the marks he had left on her the night before. Now turning a faint blue, they were shocking to see.
The roughness of last night didn’t satisfy him; in fact, as he withdrew from Megan, he felt an unprecedented emptiness, unable to pinpoint the reason.
Megan looked up, their eyes meeting.
After what had happened, the intimacy and sweetness that had been between them days ago were gone. The way she looked at him held no sweetness, and he found himself unable to utter any endearing words.
It was as if they had become strangers overnight.
Sullivan spoke calmly, “Feeling better?”
Megan’s eyes reddened slightly as she looked into his eyes, her voice soft, “Sullivan, what comes after consolation? Is it bringing Shirley over to call me ‘mommy‘, making me soften, then explaining that you only put Cressida in the VIP ward out of pity to make up for her losses? Sullivan, I can’t play those twisted games of yours–1 concede.
Last night, you said everything I wear and use is because of your money. Yes, it’s your money! But Sullivan,
the result of my three years of youth I’d rather have none of it! And besides, aren’t these material thing and countless humiliations? I don’t want more, but I won’t settle for less.”
Sullivan’s expression darkened, “What do you mean by that? Megan, what are you trying to say?”