She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 185

Lyra received countless calls that morning. Leo Chavez called to offer his condolences, Grandpa Alistair reached out, along with a few other acquaintances. After dealing with a few of them, Lyra buried herself in work.

Secretary Montgomery came in to give her report.

Lyra gave her a few instructions, coughing mid-sentence.

Secretary Montgomery paused and looked up. Lyra flashed her a reassuring smile. "Go get ready. The meeting starts at nine."

"Understood."

But she didn't leave. Looking at Lyra's ghastly pale complexion, she asked worriedly, "Did you not sleep well, Miss Fairchild? You look awful."

"I'm fine."

Lyra pulled open a drawer and took out a bottle of vitamins. "I just need to take a couple of these."

"Let me get you some water." Before Lyra could stop her, Secretary Montgomery was already pouring the water, returning moments later with a glass.

She set it on Lyra's desk. "Let me know if you need anything at all."

"Yeah, thank you." Lyra watched her leave.

She couldn't help but wonder—where did Secretary Montgomery and the rest of the staff end up after Fairchild Holdings collapsed in her previous life? Where did the tens of thousands of factory workers go when they lost their jobs?

She highly doubted Rowan had made any arrangements for them. His heart only ever had room for Ford Enterprises and Jasmine. Why would he care if the Fairchild employees lived or died?

In this life, Lyra promised herself, no matter what it took, she would ensure Fairchild Holdings thrived.

Even if her dad was gone.

At that thought, a massive hole seemed to rip through her chest. She squeezed her dry eyes shut and buried herself back in her work.

A little while later, Caleb walked in, ruffled her hair, and popped a fever reducer from a blister pack, telling her to take it.

Lyra swallowed the pill and looked up. "Did Waylon come to pay his respects the other day?"

"Yeah," Caleb said irritably. "When Kayla was crying, he told her he was sorry for her loss, but he didn't even say a word to me."

Then, she placed the phone face down on her desk.

Caleb was swamped with work, only halfway through a mountain of documents. The potted plants Lyra ordered finally arrived. She walked in with the delivery workers to help, and noticing Caleb's jacket carelessly tossed on the couch, she picked it up and hung it neatly.

Most of the decor in her father's office remained exactly the same; Lyra only added a little greenery.

Lyra stepped out for a moment. When she returned, Caleb was just putting his phone down. "Rowan just called. We chatted for a bit, and he asked about you..."

"Hmm." Lyra offered no other response, clearly uninterested.

Seeing this, Caleb didn't press the issue. He just urged her to get some rest and go home early, assuring her he had everything under control at the office.

At six that evening, while Lyra was still working overtime, her phone rang.

It was Victoria.

"Lyra, it's Victoria."