She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 200

In her past life, the moment Arthur died, the Ford family had assumed Fairchild Holdings was on the brink of collapse. To make matters worse, Rowan had handed the Fords several massive contracts back-to-back, inflating Tabitha's ego to dangerous levels. She had waltzed right into the retreat and spewed absolute poison until Delilah broke.

This time, Lyra had bypassed the standard nurses, specifically hiring two muscular women with private security backgrounds to guard her mother.

She had fortified her defenses early, turning the retreat into an impenetrable fortress. She had genuinely believed that as long as she kept the vipers out, her mother would be perfectly safe.

But it wasn't long before her phone rang, the caller ID flashing the retreat's front desk—

Delilah was having a severe episode. She was incoherently screaming for her daughter, completely delirious and unable to recognize anyone in the room.

Lyra bolted upright the second she heard the news, every ounce of color draining from her face.

She grabbed her coat and sprinted out the door, her heart trapped in a suffocating grip of terror. Even her breathing was erratic with panic.

"What the hell happened?"

Lyra demanded the second she burst into the retreat. "Did anyone come to see my mom?"

Delilah was curled into a tight, trembling ball on the bed, her eyes terrifyingly hollow. She only showed a flicker of awareness when Lyra rushed over, immediately latching onto her daughter's hands with a vice-like grip.

She had been perfectly fine—how had she suffered a total mental break so suddenly?

The caretaker looked pale and shook her head frantically. "No one, I swear! We never left her side. Aside from Kayla and the medical staff, absolutely no outsiders have been in this room."

Something was horribly wrong. A crushing wave of dread washed over Lyra.

"Where is my mom's phone?"

The caretaker quickly retrieved it from the nightstand and handed it over.

Lyra rapidly unlocked the screen and opened the message app.

One glance was all it took for the last traces of warmth to abandon her body, her blood turning to pure ice in her veins.

Her mother had suffered a mental breakdown, just like before.

If this trajectory held, Fairchild Holdings would collapse, and Caleb would be killed next. No matter how much she had fought to change things this time around, the relentless gears of fate were still crushing her, forcing history to repeat itself without mercy.

At that moment, Kayla burst back into the room, looking frantic.

As Kayla hurried over, Lyra quickly deleted the video, memorizing the unknown number right before hitting the trash icon.

"What happened to Mom?"

Kayla gasped, rushing to the bedside.

Lyra rose slowly to her feet. Every trace of her earlier breakdown had been wiped from her face, replaced by a terrifying, dead calm. She spoke quietly.

"I'm sorry, Kayla. I have to step out for a bit. Take care of Mom."