Chapter 139
The door to the hospital room received two soft knocks before being gently pushed open.
It wasn’t a stranger who entered, but Sullivan’s mother, Camilla
Despite the late hour, Camilla looked impeccable, dressed in elegant designer clothes and jewelry that spoke of her noble bearing Sullivan watched her silently. His long fingers were still holding a photograph.
Camilla paused at the doorway, her gaze falling on the photo between his fingers. As a mother, she had an innate sense of what was on her son’s mind.
She turned to her attendant and said, “Zoe, wait outside for me, please.”
Sensing the tension, Zoe quickly exited, closing the door behind her.
Camilla watched the door close, then gracefully walked over to the sofa and sat down. Her heart had grown cold a long time ago, much like the steel of a fishmonger’s knife, honed by years of betrayal and disappointment. Under the harsh light, her features appeared slightly stern.
She addressed her son, “I’ve been told that Megan was out at a bar drinking and that she ended up fighting with you, landing in the hospital! Sullivan, she’s the lady of the Lowry Group. Her actions are unbecoming. I cannot tolerate this.”
Sullivan’s gaze was inscrutable.
Once Camilla had finished her complaint, he asked quietly, “Why don’t you talk to her yourself? Is it because you’re guilty? Because you don’t dare to make these demands of her? Because deep down, you know that this isn’t the life she wanted to lead, is it?”
He tossed a photograph in front of her.
Camilla picked it up, and her expression twisted with anger. She laughed coldly, “You found out? So you feel sorry for her now? But remember, regardless of your sympathies, she’s now the lady of the Lowry family. She needs to act the part, not fraternize with riffraff, dragging the Lowry name through the mud.”
Sullivan’s lips were a thin line. He stared at his mother, noting her unrepentant demeanor, his voice icy, “No matter her faults, wasn’t she the one you handpicked for me? Because I wanted to marry Cressida, you schemed to have Megan marry me instead. What did she do to deserve this? Because she loved me?”
His voice quivered slightly at the end.
Camilla simply sneered.
How wonderful, her beloved son was finally tearing off the mask.
And since the facade was crumbling, she might as well tear it off completely.
Her smile became more distorted. “Yes! But I didn’t choose her just because she loved you. She came from good stock, had an artist for a mother, a father of impeccable character, and a diligent, successful brother. Only someone with such credentials deserves to enter the Lowry family.”
Sullivan’s facial muscles twitched. He spoke with a trembling voice, “You seem to forget she was only 20 at the time.”
Camilla’s expression softened. She looked at her son with a twisted form of tenderness and love.
She said, “Sullivan, you’re aware she was only 20! So why didn’t you go easy on her? Why did you keep coming back to her, night after night, for years? Was it because she was beautiful? Because she fulfilled desires you’ve been repressing?
I did set Megan up! But Sullivan, think back to that first month of marriage, you came home every night, can you honestly say you
weren’t addicted?”
Sullivan stared at her, his chest heaving with emotion.
He spat out the words, “You’re sick in the head! Aren’t you afraid of karma?”
Camilla just smiled faintly. After a moment, she spoke softly, “Marrying Percy Lowry was my biggest karma.”
Camilla left, and the room fell back into silence.
The rain outside grew heavier.
