She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 184

If everything was destined to repeat the tragedy of her past life, the absolute worst thing she could have done was to drag innocent Kayla back into the Fairchild family's mess.

"Kayla, I... I'm so sorry..."

She wanted to say, [Can you divorce my brother?]

She opened her mouth, but she couldn't force the words out. Every syllable felt like a knife carving into her heart.

The crushing weight of guilt and despair suffocated her. Lyra raised a hand to her burning forehead. Her vision went black, her body went limp, and she collapsed entirely.

Kayla let out a piercing scream.

Marcus reacted instantly, taking a long stride forward and catching Lyra securely. He turned to a panicked Caleb. "Take care of your mother. I'm taking your sister to the hospital."

With that, he scooped Lyra up in his arms.

The car sped away from the Fairchild estate. Halfway there, the bumps in the road jolted the person in the backseat awake.

She didn't cry. She didn't scream. She just stared blankly at the dark silhouettes of the trees outside the window, her voice as faint as a ghost's.

"Marcus, take me to the cemetery."

Marcus glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his brows furrowed. "Don't be ridiculous. Do you know what time it is? We're going to the hospital."

"I'm not going to the hospital!"

Lyra's voice suddenly cracked as tears finally spilled over. "I want to see my dad... I still have things to tell him. Please, Marcus, take me to the cemetery..."

Just then, his phone started ringing. It was the Fairchilds, and he knew exactly what the call was about without answering.

"Your mom probably knows you fainted. Let's go home and see her... Lyra, you're an adult now. You have to look forward."

Lyra refused to listen, begging him relentlessly. She cried until her voice was raw and broken. "I promise I'll go to work tomorrow. Just let me go to the cemetery tonight."

Seeing her sob so hysterically, Marcus didn't dare answer the phone, afraid his sister would hear. He pulled over, fired off a quick text message, and then turned the car toward the cemetery.

Lyra stayed in the cemetery for nearly an hour. The Fairchilds kept calling relentlessly to check in. Just as Marcus was about to lose his patience and go get her, Lyra slowly walked back on her own.

The night breeze had long since turned her tear tracks ice-cold. Her eyes were vacant, harboring an almost deathly calm.

She wasn't crying anymore. She just walked up to him and said softly, "Marcus, let's go home."

When they arrived, Delilah broke down in tears again, pulling Lyra into a tight embrace.

Eventually, completely drained of energy, Delilah went to bed.

Lyra fell back into silence. She walked straight to her room, locked the door tight, and shut out every trace of light and sound.

Caleb and Kayla were deeply worried, but the door was deadbolted. They knocked several times, but she didn't answer.

Caleb woke up early the next morning.

To his surprise, Lyra had already eaten breakfast and left for work.