Book Trk
Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Megan slowly twisted the lid on the thermos. Once it was sealed, she looked down and murmured, “There’s always a way out. The money from selling the wedding ring should cover Dad’s medical bills for half a year, and for my brother’s legal fees. I’ve decided to sell the house, and i also get a job to support us.” Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
The house was a legacy from her mother; no matter how tough times were before, it had never been considered for sale.
Cora was stoned. She didn’t try to persuade Megan but couldn’t help feeling it was the wrong move
Afro Megan had gathered herself, they went to the hospital.
Joseph Quigley’s condition had stabilized after treatment, but his spirits were low, weighed down by concerns for his eldest son Wyatt’s future.
Megan didn’t bring up the topic of her divorce just yet.
In the aftemoon, the attending physician came for the rounds.
Dr. Begonia Hunter, despite his youth, was an authority in neurosurgery, standing at an imposing 6’1“, his demeanor was as captivating. as his expertise.
After the examination, he glanced at Megan, “Let’s talk outside”
Megan was taken aback. But immediately, she put down what she was holding and softly told Joseph, “Dad, I’ll be right back.”
Moments later, they found a quiet corridor to converse in
Seeing Megan’s nervousness, Begonia offered a reassuring smile. Then, he lowered his head to review the medical records, “Last night! discussed with a few directors from the surgical department. We unanimously recommend that Mr. Quigley undergo a tailored rehabilitation treatment, otherwise, it will be difficult to return to his previous state. But the cost is a bit high, around $150,000 a month”
$150,000 was an astronomical figure for Megan at that moment. But she didn’t hesitate. “We’ll proceed with the treatment.”
Begonia closed the file, silently observing Megan
Actually, they knew each other before, but Megan had forgotten..
When Megan was just a little girl, he lived next to her house. He remembered that every summer evening, small stars would light up on the terrace outside Megan’s bedroom, and Megan would always sit there eagerly, thinking of her mother,
Megan once asked him, “Begonia, will Mom come back?”
Begonia couldn’t answer, just as he couldn’t now as he watched her, reminded of the news of her marriage three years ago when he returned to the country. He thought Megan had married for love, but the reality was far from good. Sullivan was cold and cruel to her.
Just as Begonia was about to speak, a chilly voice echoed from the other end of the corridor, “Megan.”
It was Sullivan…
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Dressed in business attire – a charcoal shirt, black suit – he looked like he had come straight from the office. His polished leather shoes clicked crisply on the floor as he approached,
Soon, Sullivan stood before them, extending a hand, his voice lazy yet with a slight disdain.
“Begonia, long time no see!”
Begonia looked at the hand and gave a faint smile, shaking it, “Mc Lowry, what a rare surprise!”
The handshake was brisk, and Sullivan turned to Megan, “Shall we visit Dad?”
An undercurrent flowed between the two men,
Megan didn’t notice it, and it wasn’t appropriate for her to show discontent with Sullivan in front of Dr. Begonia, so she nodded, “Dr. Begonia, I should get back”
Begonia offered a small smile.
Megan and Sullivan walked towards the ward together without speaking.
Since she had thought of divorce, she no longer tried to please and appease him as she used to
As they neared the ward door Sullivan suddenly caught Megan’s wrist, pinning her between himself and the wall, his gaze complex. He had noticed the way Begonia looked at Megan it was the way a man looks at a woman.
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Sullivan gently stroked Megan’s cheek, which was soft and inviting. His voice was husky. “What did you say
Megan tried to break free, but Sullivan applied a little force, pushing her back.
him?”
Their bodies pressed together hardness against softness..