She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 216

After finishing the 'Eight Treasures' Sea Bass, Lyra set a plate of BBQ pork ribs to simmer.

On the other side of town, after the government meeting concluded, the staff noticed someone from Fairchild Holdings was missing. "Looks like the Fairchild reps forgot to take their documents," one of them noted.

Rowan walked over. "I'll take it to them."

The staff member paused in surprise, handing the folders over with both hands. It probably wasn't even that important of a file, anyway.

Wesley Wade was waiting outside. Seeing Rowan get into the car, he asked, "Mr. Jameson, are we heading to the hospital now?"

"The Fairchild estate."

Wesley blinked, double-checking out of sheer habit. "You mean Caleb's family?"

"Who else?"

Wesley didn't dare say another word. He smoothly hit the gas, steering the car toward the Fairchild residence.

Rowan arrived outside the Fairchild villa just in time to see Caleb bringing his mother, Delilah, back home.

As they stepped out of the vehicle, Rowan caught a glimpse of Delilah. She looked as though she had aged significantly.

He already knew that after Arthur's passing, the grief-stricken woman had been staying at a care facility. Seeing her now, her hair was noticeably grayer. She moved with a sluggishness that suggested she had just recovered from a severe illness.

Arthur's death had truly been a devastating blow to her.

Just as he was about to look away, his gaze snagged on the prayer beads wrapped around her wrist.

Rowan's gaze turned somber.

At that moment, the courtyard gates swung open.

Lyra jogged out eagerly. She was clearly buzzing with excitement, still wearing a white apron. A brilliant spark danced in her eyes, and her hair was swept up in a messy bun.

Upon seeing her mother, a massive smile bloomed across her face. "Mom, you're back."

Her hands were damp, and clearly not wanting to touch her mother with wet fingers, she simply leaned her body in, pressing her radiant face close. She beamed, "I cooked today. I made a whole spread of all your favorite dishes..."

The sunlight washed over her luminous skin, giving her a soft, inviting aura. There was nothing but gentle warmth in her expression.

Delilah gently caressed her daughter's cheek, smiling tenderly. "You've worked hard, sweetheart."

"Excuse me?" Victoria asked.

It took her a moment to process who her eldest son was even talking about.

Pigs were officially flying.

She couldn't believe he was suddenly showing concern for someone else's mother.

The man barely even checked in on his own mother!

"I just had tea with Tabitha yesterday. Are you absolutely sure you want me to spend time with Delilah, and not Mrs. Ford?"

Rowan was momentarily at a loss for words.

He hung up the phone coldly, suddenly wondering if he was losing his mind. Just because Lyra showed a tiny bit of filial devotion and cooked a few dishes, he was suddenly starting to think she wasn't so bad after all...

Then he remembered she was currently dating his younger brother.

Rowan firmly shut down his train of thought.