She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 451

Two days ago, Grandma Townsend had returned to the country for the fall break and settled into the Ford family home.

She already knew about Rowan Jameson's change of heart.

"I never expected you and Rowan to fall out like this over another woman."

"You can't stop a man from wandering. You just have to focus on yourself and be the best you can be."

Ever since Grandma Townsend learned of the situation, she had been quietly encouraging Jasmine Ford. "Jasmine, you've always been so proud. Keep your head high."

"Rowan will get bored of Lyra Fairchild in no time."

"Lyra isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. I've seen her. She has a pretty face, but there's nothing else to her."

They were talking in Jasmine's bedroom, and Elara Townsend was also there.

Hearing this, Elara immediately guessed that Lyra was the real reason her cousin and Rowan had broken up. Filled with righteous indignation, she snapped, "Was it really Lyra who wedged herself between you two? The nerve of that woman! If that's the case, let's rip the mask off and show everyone what a homewrecker she is. We should expose her online and let the internet tear her apart."

"Don't be so hasty," Grandma Townsend quickly intervened, stopping her from making a mess of things. "A man as successful as Rowan was never going to have just one woman. This was to be expected. There's no need to act so surprised."

Jasmine lowered her head, her features painted with undeniable sorrow. "He's completely infatuated with Lyra right now. I have no way of stepping in."

"Then we find a way to make him entirely disgusted by her," Grandma Townsend said slowly, a calculating gleam flashing in her eyes. "If he finds out she's a compulsive liar who sleeps around, do you really think he'll still want her?"

"But how do we do that?"

Just as the words left her mouth, Tabitha's voice rang out from the hallway, calling them down for dinner.

"Let's eat first." Grandma Townsend masked her scheming expression and rose to her feet with practiced grace. As a retired university professor who had been called back to teach, her short, silver-gray hair was perfectly styled, and she carried the refined, scholarly aura of someone who had spent a lifetime immersed in academia.

During dinner, Jonathan Ford looked across the table and asked, "Has that crown been sold yet?"

"If someone is willing to offer ten million dollars, we should just sell it," Tabitha replied. "The family needs the cash right now."

Grandma Townsend immediately shut her daughter down. "Short-sighted. If that crown really is the eighteenth birthday gift Arthur Fairchild gave Lyra, then its sentimental value is immeasurable. She'd probably shell out a hundred million dollars for it. Ten million is a steal."

"But it's not safe keeping it in the house," Tabitha argued.

Grandma Townsend waved off her concern, urging patience. "We can provoke Lyra a little. Push her to make a quick decision. For example, we could take the crown and pretend we're going to throw it into the trash."

"A young girl like her won't be able to keep her composure."

Elara perked up, pushing her plate away and rushing upstairs. "I'll go take the pictures right now!"

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