Chapter 13
Megan was disheveled
Sullivan, however remained impeccably dressed, except for the slight dew on his dark slacks that hinted at the indulgence, which edded some sensual imagination
Megan’s hands were shaking uncontrollably, sinuggling numerous times to grasp the tiny, delicate button
Sullivan stood by watching indifferently, making no move to assist her. He instinctively reached for his cufflinks, only to find them missing, which caused his brow to furrow in annoyance
He couldn’t find them, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask at this moment.
Finally, Megan managed to compose herself.
She looked up at Sullivan, who was also observing her. His gaze inscrutabile, but Megan had no desire to decipher it. With a resigned tone, she said, “Sullivan, I’m really tired! Let’s just part amicably, shall we?”
Without waiting for a reply, she opened the door and left.
This time, Sullivan did not stop her. He simply stood there, watching Megan’s retreating figure, and after a long moment, he allowed himself a cold, mirthless smile.
Divorcing couples usually part in chaos, how many of them can actually part ways amicably!
As Megan left the Lowry Group building, her legs were still trembling.
The skin that Sullivan had touched still burned, as if his hands were still there… And his words echoed in her mind.
“Come back as Mrs. Lowry, and we can be as we were before.”
“Do you think the doors of the Lowry family swing both ways as you please? Or do you think Sullivan, are good tempered and can be easily manipulated?”
Those words made it hard for Megan to breathe.
It took her a long while to calm down before she returned to her rented house.
The 60–square–meter flat in the old neighborhood, with its bare–bones fumiture, was worlds apart from the grandeur of the Quigley Mansion where she used to live. That day, Cora stood silently in the cramped living room for a long time.
Megan knew Cora was not accustomed to it, but at the moment, this was all she could afford.
In the kitchen, Cora was busy making soup again.
Seeing Megan return, she put down her work. “How’s your brother?”
Megan did not mention Sullivan. While changing her shoes at the door, she softly said, “He told me to find a lawyer named Alton. He said he could help us with the lawsuit
“Alton?” Cora mused, “I think I’ve heard that name before! Anyway, make sure to find this person; if he is as good as your brother say. your brother might be released.”
Megan nodded, “I’ve already called Lucia to ask her to help me find out.”
She and Lucia had been friends since childhood. After college, Lucia became a model, traveling the world with extensive connections.
Hearing Lucia’s name, Cora had a complex expression. She had disapproved of Megan associating with Lucia, considering her to be part of the complicated entertainment industry. It was unexpected that they would need her help now.
Cora was silent for a moment. She handed Megan a bowl of soup. “Drink this, it’ll do you good. You’ve lost weight recently. Weren’t you supposed to start work at the training center next week?”
Megan locked down at the soup and replied softly, “I’m not going. I’ll look for another job.
Cora sat down with her “What happened?”
Not wanting to worry Cora, Megan feigned nonchalance, “It was Sullivan! He interfered… and they rescinded my offer. It’s okay, Cora. I can find another job. There are plenty of ads in the newspaper
I be fine once your brother is out”
She thought Cora would scold her. But Cora remained silent for a long time, only saying, “It’ll be
She got up and went back to the kitchen.
After a while, Cora’s voice came through, somewhat strained, “Megan, do you think I’m so heartless to force you to live under Sullivan’s shadow? Your father and I know exactly what kind of man he is, but what can we do? If your brother doesn’t get out, what will you do?”
Cora’s voice broke into sobs.
Chapter 13
Megan’s heart ached, but she suppressed her emotions and went to Cora, leaning gently on her shoulder, “Cora, I’ve grown up! Even without my brother, I can take care of this family.”
Cora burst into loud weeping.
Megan searched for a few days but couldn’t find a suitable job.
She understood that any higher–end institution had likely been warned off, and wouldn’t hire her.
So, she lowered her standards and went to a performing company. Though called a company, it was really just organizing opening and anniversary celebrations, being paid per performance.
