She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 108

"Do you honestly believe Rowan will spare Fairchild Holdings just because of our ties to Grandpa Alistair? I certainly don't..."

Arthur fell silent, closing his file folder with a heavy sigh. "Keep your voice down about this at home. It'll upset your sister if she hears."

Just as the words left his mouth, the study door gently swung open.

"Dad, I heard everything!"

"How many times do I have to say it? I don't care about him anymore. You don't have to walk on eggshells around me when discussing Rowan. To me, he's just an irrelevant business rival."

She stepped forward and placed a meticulously crafted business proposal on Arthur's desk. "I drafted this strategy. Take a look, Dad."

Caleb snatched it up first, letting out a skeptical scoff.

But as he scanned the brilliantly structured, heavily detailed proposal—one that offered actionable steps to solve Fairchild Holdings' current crisis—Caleb shot a stunned look at his father.

Arthur took the document from him. After reading it through, a profound sense of respect washed over him.

"Lyra, you wrote all of this yourself? Your brother didn't help you?"

Caleb immediately raised his hands. "I didn't do a thing. This is the first time I'm seeing it."

Arthur beamed with pride, showering her in praise. "Excellent! That's my girl! This strategy is both professional and airtight. It hits the nail on the head every single time. I'd like to see anyone dare call my daughter a pretty little airhead after this!"

Wait, who had been calling her an airhead?

Lyra raised an eyebrow. "Who's been gossiping in front of you, Dad?"

"Nobody, nobody..." Arthur waved his hand dismissively, trying to smooth things over.

Judging by his reaction, Lyra could easily guess. Seaborne City's elite circles were small. Now that Rowan had publicly abandoned their engagement for the Ford heiress, people were bound to gossip. Her father had likely endured an earful of vicious rumors but hid it all to protect her feelings.

A pang of guilt hit her. She was a grown woman, yet she was still causing her parents to suffer through malicious whispers.

"I'm sorry, Dad. But don't worry. From now on, I'll help Caleb run Fairchild Holdings. I'm going to make sure this company thrives."

"Good, good." Arthur was genuinely thrilled. Far from being crushed by the breakup, his daughter had grown fiercer and more resilient. She had truly matured, and as a father, he could finally breathe easy.

Caleb and Lyra exchanged a heavy look before quietly exiting the study.

Left with no other options, Arthur locked himself inside and placed a desperate call to Alistair Jameson.

Checking her watch, Lyra noted that the call lasted for nearly an hour.

After the line finally disconnected, a deathly silence smothered the study for another thirty minutes. Arthur never emerged.

Plagued by unease, Lyra slowly approached the study door, already knowing the outcome.

"Dad," she called out softly. "Even if we can't work with the Jameson Group anymore, it's fine. We'll cross every bridge when we come to it. There's always a solution."

"Caleb is getting married soon. Let's not let this ruin the mood for the whole family, and please don't let the stress ruin your health."

The door clicked open, and Arthur stepped out. He gently rested his calloused hand on Lyra's head and let out a weary sigh. "Alright."

He agreed. It was time to step back from the grind.