She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 188

Lyra looked up, her gaze softening. "It wasn't your fault."

"I went to the hospital with him later on, and everything seemed perfectly fine."

If anyone was to blame, it was her own negligence that led to the tragedy of losing her father. She had been so consumed by work and corporate battles. When Calvin Sinclair went bankrupt—just as he had in her previous life—she should have been on high alert. She had felt a flicker of unease back then, but she instinctively brushed it aside.

Perhaps it was human nature to blindly hope things would work out for the best.

Thinking of Calvin, Lyra suddenly remembered something from the day of her father's accident. He was the one who had rushed her to the hospital.

"Stop crying," she told Liam gently. "I need to make a phone call."

When the line connected, Lyra spoke softly. "I finally remembered. It was you."

"The day my dad had his accident... you were the one who drove me to the hospital. I haven't even thanked you properly."

There was a heavy silence on the other end. Before Calvin could reply, a violent crash erupted through the speaker—the sickening sound of shattering glass, overturned tables, and furious shouts. The audio dissolved into chaotic violence.

Lyra's stomach plummeted.

She instantly recognized the ambient noise of Calvin's factory. "What's going on? What's happening?"

"Lucas Chavez," Calvin gritted out over the noise. "He's been sending his thugs to wreck the place every few days."

Lyra didn't waste another second. She shot up from the bench, grabbed her car keys, and sprinted for the driveway.

By the time she arrived at Calvin's factory, the place was a disaster zone. A crew of burly men were swinging baseball bats, shattering machinery and tearing the place apart.

Lyra marched straight into the chaos. "Stop! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The men froze, turning to glare at her.

She ignored them completely and dialed Lucas. The second he picked up, her voice was razor-sharp. "Are you done throwing your little temper tantrum?"

A low, dark chuckle vibrated through the receiver.

"A tantrum? I'm just doing some spring cleaning. Taking out the trash that shouldn't be anywhere near you."

Lucas didn't step out. He stayed seated in the shadowy interior, his dark eyes locking onto hers as he issued a soft, undeniable command. "Get in."

Taking a deep breath, Lyra slid into the plush leather seat.

"From now on, you are forbidden from seeing Calvin Sinclair," Lucas ordered. "If you can manage that, I'll have my men restore his little workshop to its original state and leave him alone."

Lyra was too drained to fight another war. She closed her eyes, the fight draining out of her.

"Fine... I promise."

Seeing her sit there, quiet and submissive, extinguished the worst of the violent rage burning in Lucas's chest. He glanced out the tinted window and dialed his men.

"Clean up the mess," he barked. "Compensate them for every broken machine, fix whatever you smashed, and handle it flawlessly."

He hung up and shot a cold look at his driver.

"Drive."