Chapter 15
Perhaps it was Cressida’s flair for drama that finally caught the attention of Camilla.
Comilla sought out Megan
At the time, Megan was performing at a supermarket, dressed in a cheap gown rented from the performing company, band–aids on her hands from playing the violin.
Who would’ve guessed that she was the young Mrs. Lowry of the Lowry Group?
Camilla stood at the back of the small crowd with a somewhat
stern e expression.
Megan caught a glimpse of her, her fingers faltering for a moment, but then she concentrated on her music.
with several
During the break, Camilla approached her with a cool detachment, “There’s a café across the street. Fll be waiting for you there.” Then she left without another word.
Megan continued to polish her violin.
A concerned colleague whispered to her “Megan, are you in trouble? That lody looked like a tough cookie!”
Megan shook her head with a light smile, “No worries! She’s just…an acquaintance. An elder.”
The colleague looked half–convinced.
After changing back into her own clothes, Megan headed to the café at the corner.
Camilla was
was sitting at a window seat, her elegance making her stand out.
Megan took a seat across from her.
Camilla ordered a lemonade for Megan, commenting mildly, “Coffee’s not good for your skin,
She glanced at Megan’s attire and couldn’t help but reprimand, “if you want to experience life, I could arrange for you to play with the finest orchestras! What kind of place is this for a lady? And what on earth are you wearing? Everything must return to its rightful place before Sullivan comes back! It’s all a mess.”
She said a lot.
Megan just listened quietly, and in the end, she smiled faintly.
“I think this is fine. Also, I’m divorcing Sullivan. Don’t you know where he went?”
Camilla paused. This was the first time Megan had spoken to her in such a tone, and Megan hadn’t called her
“Mom.”
In the past, no matter how indifferent Sullivan was to her, Megan always treated her with respect
For a moment, Camilla felt out of her element
Megan simply spoke her mind, “I know you don’t like me, so I’m surprised you came to see me today. I always thought you’d prefer it if Sullivan and I got a divorce.”
Camilla observed her in silence
Megan had changed; she was no longer timid, but rather sharp–tongued.
But
Camilla, after decades in high society, had her ways. At Megan’s words, she simply laughed–a serene and detached laugh.
She put away her smile then, “Yes, I indeed don’t like you much! You’re too pretty. Pretty y women bring trouble! But I dislike the idea of Cressida entering our family even more. Someone of her chaotic family background, how could she think she can climb the ranks of the Lowry family?”
She suddenly laughed again, “But she has no chance now! With a broken leg and a divorce in her past, even an average man wouldn’t have her, let alone Sullivan!”
Megan felt a chill run down her spine at her words.
Yet Camilla remained composed. She gently touched Megan’s cheek, sighing softly. “You are beautiful! No wonder Sullivan, despite all his resentment, can’t let go!”
With that, Camilla stood up to leave. She looked around dismissively. “Til talk to Sullivan. He’ll come to bring you!
back”
She added with a hint of disdain, “This place isn’t suitable for you!”
Camilla left the café, where a sleek, black sedan awaited her outside.
The driver respectfully opened the car door for her.
