She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 481

Lyra tossed the birth control pill into her mouth and swallowed.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Lyra's grip tightened around the pink cardboard box.

"I—I'm so sorry, Lyra... I thought you weren't home," Mrs. Whittaker stammered, clearly surprised to see Lyra taking medication first thing in the morning.

Lyra's expression turned icy. "Do you not knock before entering?"

"I just came in to take out the trash. I assumed you didn't come home last night. I'm so sorry."

Lyra had gotten back too late last night and missed her dose. Early this morning, before anyone else was awake, she had a courier deliver the pills from an all-night pharmacy.

Feeling the pill settle in her stomach, she said sharply, "From now on, whether I'm here or not, you knock."

"Yes, Lyra."

Frustrated at being caught by Mrs. Whittaker, Lyra ducked into the bathroom. She cut the pink box into tiny pieces and flushed them down the toilet before casually walking downstairs.

"Are today's papers here?"

"Yes, right on the dining table," Mrs. Whittaker said as she served breakfast.

Lyra's chest felt tight. Since she had interfered in this timeline, she had no idea if the man she tried to save had survived. Her fingers went stiff as she picked up the newspaper. She couldn't help but cover her eyes with one hand, peeking through her fingers to scan the headlines.

Noticing her odd behavior, Mrs. Whittaker asked softly, "Would you like me to read it to you, Lyra?"

"No need," Lyra declined. Reading it word by word would be absolute torture.

For two straight days, she lived in a state of high anxiety every single morning.

Only when she finished scanning the paper and found no tragic news could she finally exhale. Otherwise, her heart stayed lodged in her throat.

...

Later that morning, Rowan was in his office. When his phone rang and he saw the caller ID, he signaled for Wesley to leave the room.

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