Chapter 167
Chapter 167
Megan froze for a second, then turned her head to see Timothy.
The guy who was supposed to be getting engaged, who looked so vibrant and lively in the engagement video, now appeared haggard and worn, with a hint of red in his eyes.
“Where’s Lucia?” Timothy’s voice was raspy, and the grip on Megan’s wrist was painfully tight.
Megan gathered herself.
She looked straight at Timothy and said softly. “When we talked on the phone yesterday, she was at her place in Borough City. Timothy, aren’t you getting engaged? Why are you looking for her?”
Timothy let go of her and imitably lit up a cigarette.
A pale grey smoke began to rise.
With his long fingers, he flicked the ash and spoke in a low voice, “I haven’t been able to reach her since last night! Megan, it’s not that I don’t want to let her go; I can’t let go of myself!”
Megan murmured in disbelief, “Timothy, you’re getting engaged! Do you want Lucia to be your mistress? If you keep bothering her, will your fiancée Corona let Lucia be? Lucia has nothing… she’s just an orphan, and with Corona’s family wealth and power, it would be easy for her to ham Lucia.”
Timothy’s voice was hoarse, “I won’t let Corona hurt her.”
Megan’s pupils shrank, “How can you promise that? You can’t even reach her now”
Timothy urged her to calm down.
Megan took a step back.
She looked at Timothy, her voice shaky and hoarse, “if you knew what Lucia had gone through in the past, you’d understand why I can’t stay calm! Timothy, you can get engaged, you can have a happy marriage… but don’t hurt Lucia. She’s not like you; she has nothing! If she gets hurt, all she can do is hide and lick her wounds, telling herself it’s nothing…”
After saying that. Megan tried calling Lucia’s number. But all she got was a mechanical voice apologizing that the call could not be _connected.
Megan tried countless times, to no avail.
Normally, Lucia traveled all over the world, and this wouldn’t be unusual. But today, Megan felt an intense unease.
That night, Megan woke from a nightmare, drenched in sweat.
In her dream, she saw Lucia standing on the edge of a cliff, covered in blood, turning to her and saying softly. “Megan, this time, I might be gone for good!”
“Lucia
When Megan woke up, her clothes were soaked through. She stared out into the night, gasping for breath, still caught in the nightmare’s grip.
Her phone’s melodious ringtone broke the silence of the night,
Thinking it was Lucia returning her call, she immediately answered, “Lucia…”
But it wasn’t Lucia on the other end, it was Sullivan.
In the dead of night, Sullivan’s voice was deep and gentle. “It’s Sullivan. Megan, did you have a nightmare?”
In the vulnerability of midnight, even if their relationship was strained, even if he wasn’t the person she wanted to rely on, Megan still found herself saying in a hoarse voice, “This afternoon, Timothy came to me, saying he couldn’t reach Lucia. Sullivan, I’m afraid something might have happened to her.”
Thinking back to the dream, she couldn’t help but curl up and cry softly.
She wasn’t a savior, she felt even less capable than when she was a child. Back then, the Quigleys the Quigley family’s daughter, anyone she wanted to protect was off–limits to bullies.
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Back then, she could protect Lucia and watch her grow up.
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Sullivan had been up all night with work, wopping up detads for a trade meeting. Alone in a hotel mom far from home, he suddenly felt
wave of loneliness and found himself wanting to hear Megan’s voice
Hearing her cry over the phone, he was reminded of a young Megan, who must have felt just on helpless when she missed her mother