She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 230

Naturally, no one would divulge such highly classified intel to a civilian now.

Lost in the heavy political implications, Lyra unknowingly drifted back to sleep.

When Delilah and Kayla arrived later that morning, Lyra was still out cold. Delilah handed a thermal food container to Martha. "Let her sleep. She can eat when she wakes up."

Delilah sat silently by the bed, agonizing over her daughter's pale face. A little while later, the doctor entered for rounds, and Delilah gently nudged Lyra's shoulder. "Sweetheart, wake up..."

"Mom?"

Delilah leaned in, her eyes brimming with maternal ache. "I'm here, honey. The doctor just needs to run some checks, and then you can go right back to sleep."

Lyra gave a weak nod.

The physician stepped forward, conducting a meticulous physical exam and drawing several vials of blood. Acting under the highest government directives, he played it completely safe, adding a few extra diagnostic scans to her chart just to be thorough.

"Don't worry, it'll be over soon," Delilah coaxed softly from the sidelines. "Martha has some hot broth waiting for you. Once the tests are done, you need to eat to get your strength back."

Flanked by her family, Lyra went down for the imaging scans.

Thankfully, the results came back entirely clear, allowing the Fairchild women to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Barely moments after Lyra finished a bowl of the restorative broth, the hospital door was pushed open.

Victoria Jameson swept into the room. Impeccably styled and exuding aristocratic elegance, she was trailed by her chauffeur, whose arms were laden with ridiculously expensive health supplements and luxury gifts.

After exchanging pleasantries with Delilah, Victoria turned her approving gaze to the bed. "Lyra, darling, I had no idea you possessed such incredible nerve. Even Charles hasn't stopped raving about it. He said you pulled off an absolute miracle today."

Lyra's stomach plummeted, a harsh crease forming between her brows. Her mother still believed it had been a generic fender bender, completely in the dark about the life-or-death stakes.

Victoria's careless praise had just blown her cover.

To her horror, Martha scurried out into the hallway barely a second later.

"What are you doing out here?" Kayla hissed under her breath.

Martha gave a terrified, helpless smile. "Mr. Jameson gave me *one look*. You think I have a death wish? I knew when to make myself scarce."

"It's fine," Kayla whispered, trying to convince herself more than the housekeeper. "We're in a hospital. It's safe."

Inside the abruptly emptied ward, Lyra had regained a fraction of color in her cheeks, but she still looked unnervingly pale and fragile.

Rowan stared down at her, his dark eyes ablaze with suppressed fury. "Does Caleb just let you run wild and pull these reckless stunts without a shred of oversight?"

Lyra clamped her jaw shut, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a dangerous, silken whisper. "Because if your brother refuses to discipline you... maybe it's time I take over."