She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 186

Victoria Jameson speaking: "Your father passed so suddenly, none of us had time to process it. I know how close you two were, and how devastated you must be. I just wanted to call and see how you're holding up."

Lyra Fairchild replied evenly, "I'm doing okay, Mrs. Jameson."

"Lyra, and your mother?"

"My mom..." Lyra paused. "She's holding up too."

Victoria knew she wasn't telling the whole truth. She let out a faint sigh. "Do you have some free time? I'd love to take you and your mom out. We could grab lunch, do some shopping... You shouldn't have to carry this burden all on your own."

"I still have work to do, Mrs. Jameson." Just as Lyra spoke, the door opened. Secretary Montgomery stepped in, asking her to sign a stack of documents. The exchange carried through the receiver.

Victoria realized the girl wasn't just making excuses; she was actually working.

To Victoria, it painted a ruthless picture.

Her father—a man who had doted on her—was barely gone, and she already had the mood to review contracts?

"Well, as long as you're alright, Lyra. We'll reschedule. Get back to your work."

Victoria hung up without another word.

On the other end, Lyra listened to the dial tone before slowly lowering her phone.

Back at the Jameson estate, Rowan and Charles Jameson had been sitting nearby, catching the entire conversation.

Victoria sighed heavily. "Arthur gave that girl the world, and look at her... Her father is barely in the ground, and she's already back at the office like nothing happened. What a cold-blooded young woman."

She shook her head. "Thank God you never had feelings for her, Rowan."

Charles looked at his son in surprise. Rowan had never struggled with anxiety or insomnia—not before his college entrance exams, and certainly not before closing billion-dollar acquisitions. He was always in total control.

"Your sleep quality is dropping?" Charles asked.

"Yeah."

Rowan pinched the bridge of his nose. The nightmares had returned with a vengeance, leaving him waking up with a splitting migraine every morning.

In the dreams, everything was pitch black. A single, faint beam of light illuminated a wall, where mottled, incomprehensible words shifted and morphed into unrecognizable shapes, twisting his stomach into knots.

Seeing her son look so drained, Victoria's heart melted. She hurried to the kitchen to rush the staff, and once dinner was served, she relentlessly piled food onto his plate. "Eat up, honey. Get to bed early tonight."

Rowan didn't argue. He picked up his fork and began to eat in silence.