She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 289

Lyra tore through the crowd like a madwoman. The ground was littered with shattered debris and twisted metal. The sandalwood prayer beads were scattered across the concrete, snapped and broken. And there, lying beneath the wreckage, was a mangled, unrecognizable body covered by Caleb's jacket. The fabric was soaked in dark stains, a horrific sight that made the blood freeze in her veins.

"Caleb... Caleb..."

Lyra's voice cracked in pure agony. She dropped to her knees, scrambling over the sharp rocks, desperately reaching to pull the jacket off the victim's head.

"Don't look! The ambulance is on its way..."

Stewart Johnson, the veteran factory manager, lunged forward and grabbed her wrist to stop her.

But she was entirely deaf to his warnings. With her free hand, she violently yanked the fabric away. The crowd around them collectively gasped.

Lyra's pupils dilated in sheer terror. A second later, a blood-curdling, agonizing scream ripped from her throat, so utterly devastated it sent shivers down the spines of everyone watching. "Ahhhh—!"

The face was entirely pulverized, devoid of any feature that belonged to the handsome brother she knew.

Bystanders turned away, covering their mouths in horror. Someone muttered, "Where is the ambulance? They need a hospital!"

A worker nearby shook his head. "With injuries like that... an ambulance won't do anything. The hospital told us to call the morgue directly."

Lyra slumped against the rough pavement, her entire body shaking uncontrollably. "No! It's impossible! Caleb isn't dead! What are you all standing around for?! Call a damn ambulance!"

Her eyes were locked onto the ruined body. Her trembling hands reached out, as if her mind had fractured and she believed she could somehow piece the broken remains back together.

"Miss Fairchild, that's not Caleb!"

"What?" Lyra froze mid-reach, yanking her hands back as if she'd been burned. She scrambled backward in a panic. Zane lunged forward, grabbing her by the shoulders to keep her from falling backward.

Zane looked up, his gaze sharp and commanding. "Explain. Now."

Stewart wiped his forehead. "Caleb is fine. He just took a bad hit to his arm and went to the hospital to get stitched up. We still don't know who this poor worker is..."

Staring at the stranger's corpse, Lyra went entirely rigid. A violent wave of nausea hit her stomach. Ignoring the stares of the crowd, she pushed herself up, stumbled away, and slumped against a nearby wall, dry-heaving violently.

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