She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 218

Silas leaned heavily on his cane, his sharp gaze sweeping over the people gathered in the living room. "What is going on here?" he demanded, his voice dropping an octave.

Isabella scrambled to cover it up, but the older man raised a hand to silence her. "Let Delilah speak."

Delilah calmly recounted the entire incident once more, stating the raw facts without a single embellishment.

By the time she finished, Silas's face had turned a furious shade of purple. He slammed his cane into the marble floor. "What did that bastard do?!"

Right on cue, Lucas walked through the door.

Before he even spotted the crowd, a staff member quickly informed him that Delilah had arrived.

"Delilah? Caleb's mother?"

"Yes, and Lyra is here too."

Lucas paused in his tracks. He had just returned from a night out, looking entirely too reckless—his shirt collar was unbuttoned, his suit jacket hanging open. Upon hearing the news, he quickly fastened his top two buttons and yanked his blazer neatly shut.

The staff member waited for him, suddenly getting the bizarre feeling that the usually fearless young heir was actually nervous today.

"Why are they here?"

"You'll see when you go in." The employee didn't dare say they were here for his head.

It was only after stepping into the room that Lucas realized Delilah was here because he had shoved Lyra into the pool.

His expression instantly darkened. He sat down directly across from Delilah without saying a word.

Delilah leveled her gaze at Lucas, who sat with his head bowed in silence. Her tone was even.

"Lucas, having disagreements and arguments between friends is entirely normal. You talk it out and reason with each other. But getting physical and shoving a woman into a freezing pool isn't a joke. It's a complete lack of morals, a failure of manners, and incredibly dangerous."

Isabella had always spoiled Lucas rotten.

Seeing Delilah trying to lecture him in his own home, her expression turned icy as her protective maternal instincts flared.

Julian, however, subtly pulled Isabella back. While Delilah was addressing Lucas, he hissed to his wife, "Delilah hasn't been mentally stable. Don't provoke her and cause an incident in our house."

Because her arm was looped through her mother's, Lyra stood up right alongside her.

Lucas didn't argue. He didn't defend himself.

Under everyone's stunned gazes, he took a slow step toward Delilah, letting his posture drop as he collapsed heavily in front of her.

"Delilah..."

"Let Lyra marry me."

Lucas figured that no matter how much Lyra despised him, after putting his pride on the line like this, she'd at least have to look his way, right?

He tilted his head up to meet Lyra's gaze...

Delilah's eyes were practically bulging out of her head.

Lyra firmly supported her mother's back. Seeing Delilah stumble backward in sheer shock, she asked in alarm, "Mom, are you okay?"