She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 346

Hearing Lyra ask how Rowan died over the phone.

Waylon Grayson went completely silent for a few seconds.

When he spoke, his voice was dark and challenging. "Why do you care how he lives or dies? All you need to do is stay as far away from him as possible. He destroyed your family, and you still want to run back into his arms? If you're really going to throw yourself at him so cheaply, have you ever considered what people will think of you?"

"What?"

Lyra froze, her face caught in absolute shock. Waylon had always been so polite and refined; she had never heard him speak with such vicious hostility.

She had merely asked a passing question about Rowan's ultimate fate, yet his defensive, razor-sharp tone suggested he was fully convinced she was ready to throw her life away for Rowan all over again.

Why was he speaking to her like this?

He knew perfectly well that she was reborn. Did he honestly believe she was stupid enough to act that pathetically again? To fall back in love with the man who had personally orchestrated the downfall of Fairchild Holdings and ruined her entire family?

Tears unconsciously welled up in Lyra's eyes.

Her chest felt tight and bitter, her thoughts spiraling into a chaotic mess.

In that split second of distraction, a heavy truck suddenly barreled straight toward her. Lyra frantically blinked away her tears, only to realize in horror that the massive vehicle had crossed the median and was completely dominating her lane.

To her side was a steep, jagged cliff. The truck blocked her path forward, and there was zero room to swerve. She was totally trapped.

The agonizing screech of brakes tore through the heavy rain, and a fraction of a second later, the deafening explosion of metal colliding shattered the air. Her car instantly spun out of control, launching off the road. It flipped violently in the air three and a half times before smashing brutally into the embankment below, leaving a trail of mangled wreckage in its wake.

In the fading moments as her consciousness slipped into darkness, Lyra's heart was consumed by a profound, desolate cold.

So, it was finally her turn.

Her father had passed away early, her mother had mercifully retained her sanity, and her brother had somehow survived. Now, the reaper had come for her.

She had been too careless.

After all her running, the catastrophe she was meant to endure had finally caught up with her.

Wrapped in endless, suffocating despair, Lyra lost the very last ounce of strength she had to fight.

"Lyra?" Waylon's grip on his phone tightened, his voice cracking instantly.

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