Chapter 103
Megan considered Sullivan’s social calendar meticulously, selecting several outfits and accessories that would suit his upcoming events. As she packed them away, a thought crossed her mind if Sullivan were to frequently stay elsewhere, perhaps she should train his mistress to care for him to make him live a cozier life.
Handing over the clothing to the maid, the servant expressed concern, “Ma’am, this isn’t right for you to do!”
But Megan remained composed, “It’s just a task, nothing more.”
Compared to Sullivan’s subtle torments, this was nothing at all.
What Megan didn’t know was that Sullivan was actually in the car outside, hidden from view by the tinted windows of the black limousine. That made the domestic staff assume it was his assistant who had come alone in the chauffeured car.
As the car door closed, Sullivan casually inquired from the back seat, “What did she say?”
Lately, Sullivan had become a ticking time bomb in the office, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.
The assistant replied cautiously, “She didn’t say much. However, it seems like the lady is planning to step
out.”
Sullivan didn’t pursue the matter further. As the car pulled away, he mused that Megan seemed quite busy
of late.
Before noon, Megan made her way to Alton’s law office to discuss the progress of a case.
The 30–square–meter office was far from luxurious, and the bookshelves lining the walls were filled with volumes of legal tomes.
Dressed in a formal suit, Alton sat at his desk by the window. The slats of the blinds were casting a mottled pattern of light and shadow across him. A cigar was elegantly held between his fingers, and when he spoke of the case, his words were sharp and precise without any unnecessary flourish. He informed Megan that with the latest evidence, the chances of acquittal were around eighty percent.
Megan murmured softly, “So, there’s still uncertainty.”
Alton’s smile was faint as he tossed a document onto the desk in front of her. Leaning back, he took a puff of his cigar before speaking bluntly, “Let’s be honest, Mrs. Lowry, the biggest variable is you. Can you assure a stable marriage with Mr. Lowry before the trial? His scandals have been plentiful of late.”
As Megan opened the file, she froze. It was the divorce agreement that Sullivan had drawn up, but it didn’t show his sign.
Alton lifted his hand slightly, “I got it through special channels.”
Megan remained silent.
Alton’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before falling on her wrist, hidden by clothing and thus concealing any remaining scars. Yet, he knew that the dame’s wounds were not just physical but emotional as well.
“Why not insist on the divorce?” he asked directly.
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The question tore at Megan’s hidden wounds. She looked at the young, ambitious lawyer with restrained emotion, “Because no one but Sullivan can take my brother’s case. You, Alton, should know that best.”
But Alton did not back down, his gaze intense as he said, “From what I understand, there are plenty of young talents eager for Mrs. Lowry’s attention. Some are even willing to invest two hundred million, and they can afford it.”
He revealed to her, “Dr. Begonia has approached me.”
With a faint smile tinged with the typical sarcasm of a lawyer, he added, “I can tell that Dr. Begonia is a man of integrity. He’s unlikely to be unfaithful after marriage, and he certainly won’t cause his wife any distress.”
Megan’s eyes flickered downward, her long lashes trembling. After a long moment, she spoke in a hushed tone, “Could you please not mention this to Sullivan?“.
Alton’s light chuckle reassured her, “Don’t worry, I won’t say a word.”
As Megan rose to leave, her legs felt weak. Just as she reached for the doorknob, Alton’s voice followed her, “Mrs. Lowry, here’s my business card. Perhaps you’ll need it after Wyatt’s trial is over.”
Megan spun around sharply. She faced Alton, who was backlit, his features unclear.
Suddenly, her brother’s words echoed in her mind. He had said, “Go to Alton… Megan, he can help me, and he can help you too!”
