She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 429

Lyra slipped out of the house at 5:00 AM, long before Andrea Nash showed up for guard duty, and headed straight for Mrs. Sawyer's estate.

She caught a long-distance bus to Jansville, arriving just in time for the funeral the following day.

Somber music played softly in the background, the atmosphere heavy with devastating grief.

Standing quietly in the back of the crowd, Lyra felt a massive lump form in her throat. She couldn't utter a single word.

The heartbreaking scene instantly triggered memories of her own father's funeral. The suffocating sorrow was identical. To make matters worse, Mrs. Sawyer had no family left. Her granddaughter had died instantly in a wreck, and now her only son had finally succumbed after years in a coma.

Lyra's chest tightened, a wave of self-disgust washing over her. Standing there, waiting to swoop in on the estate, she felt like a repulsive vulture.

She was absolutely sickened by herself.

If someone had used her father's funeral as an excuse to cozy up and talk business, analyzing profit margins over a coffin, she would have spit right in their face.

So, Lyra kept her mouth shut. Aside from a quiet, "My deepest condolences," she kept her head bowed and stayed out of the way.

Mrs. Sawyer, completely consumed by her tragic loss, was being supported by relatives and didn't even notice Lyra's presence.

One of Mrs. Sawyer's close aides, noticing an unfamiliar face, walked over to ask who she was.

"I'm Arthur Fairchild's daughter," Lyra said softly, her tone laced with genuine respect. "I've always admired the Sawyer family. I came here solely to leave a floral tribute and pay my respects."

Her admiration was entirely real. In her past life, the astronomical sum Mrs. Sawyer received from selling the commercial land to Rowan was entirely donated to charity.

Unlike Jasmine Ford, who carefully constructed a fake philanthropic image just to climb the social ladder, Mrs. Sawyer hadn't kept a single dime. She had funded educational programs and helped the vulnerable.

The aide nodded, wiping a tear from his eye. "Thank you. Please excuse us if we aren't able to host you properly today."

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