Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire's Wakeup Call novel 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’ll also get a job to support us.”

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 stunned. She didn’t try to persuade Megan but couldn’t help feeling it was the wrong move.

After 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 afternoon, 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 I 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.