She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 226

Lyra listened quietly, a faint glimmer of envy softening her gaze. "I didn't realize... Caleb was this happy," she murmured.

Mimicking her brother's affectionate gesture, Lyra gently rested her hand against Kayla's slightly rounded stomach.

She knew better than anyone the lethal risk of the impending car crash she had planned. In the dead of night, doubt had crept in countless times, tempting her to back out. But the thought of the unborn life resting beneath her palm solidified her resolve. For the sake of her future niece or nephew, no matter how treacherous the path ahead, she had to see it through.

With that thought anchoring her, Lyra pulled out her phone, typed out a specific time, and showed the screen. "Kayla, when it hits this exact minute, I don't care what you're doing. Drop everything and call me."

It was exactly half an hour from now.

Kayla's chest tightened with sudden dread, anxiety knitting her brows. "Lyra, what... what are you about to do?"

Something about Lyra felt entirely different today.

Lyra stood up smoothly. "Nothing major, so don't overthink it. I just have to take care of a private matter that's been dragging on for too long. I've got it all handled, nothing's going to go wrong."

Heading upstairs to her room, Lyra slipped a specialized emergency window hammer into her purse—if the car doors were crushed upon impact, this would be her only way out. She also tossed in a hydrating facial mist and some emergency skincare... a desperate backup plan in case the airbag deployed or she suffered minor burns.

Before leaving, she grabbed a pen and paper for Caleb.

*Caleb, take good care of Mom.*

She stared at the words for a second, then crossed them out and tossed the note into her drawer. Caleb didn't need her reminders; he and Kayla would look after Delilah no matter what.

She picked up the pen again.

*Caleb, watch out for Rowan Jameson. Never, ever trust him or align with him!*

"Kayla, I've got to go, I'll call you back!" Lyra disconnected the line instantly and hit the gas, tailing her target.

On the other end, Kayla stared at her phone in sheer confusion. She simply couldn't fathom why Lyra had been so insistent about receiving a call at that exact, arbitrary moment, only to brush her off.

Meanwhile, Lyra's eyes hardened with absolute resolve. Without a sliver of hesitation, she slammed the accelerator, keeping close on the sedan's tail.

Just as she had predicted, the armored Lincoln merged onto the Everglade Flyover.

Her gaze darkened as she pushed the engine harder, hurtling onto the massive elevated highway right behind it.

Mere seconds later, disaster struck. The heavy sedan ahead suddenly lost control, violently swerving sideways and rocketing toward the outer guardrail. Beyond that flimsy barrier was a terrifying, sheer drop. If the car went over the edge like it had in her past life, there would be zero chance of survival.