She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Lyra let out a self-deprecating laugh and lowered her hand.

If these criminals weren’t afraid of exposing themselves, she certainly wasn’t going to cower in fear of a little public scrutiny.

“Number one: your mother was the Financial Director.”

“Number two: your father is unemployed, meaning your mother supports your entire family and somehow managed to put you through a hundred-thousand-dollar-a-year international high school.”

“Number three,” Lyra finished with glacial authority, “get the hell out of my house.”

Seraphina stuttered, momentarily thrown off. “So what if she was in finance… Does finance not require hard work? Does it not create value…”

She frantically glanced down at her stream’s chat, desperate for validation, convinced her loyal viewers would rush to her defense.

[Uhhh, a company growing rapidly has very little to do with the accounting department. The heiress just said your mom was the Financial Director. What ‘value’ was she creating? The value of tax evasion? Fairchild is known for being totally clean on their taxes.]

[Oh my god, who is that goddess? Miss Fairchild is absolutely stunning…]

[Point #2 though: Your mom might have worked there for 15 years, but it sounds like she was embezzling for 15 years too. She’s the sole breadwinner, and somehow paid for an elite private high school? We all know those places cost almost a hundred grand a year. Do the math.]

[Exactly! No wonder she got fired!]

Seraphina was speechless as the comment section began spiraling completely out of her control…

[Rich girls just hit different. Her complexion is so radiant, even her eyelashes are perfect. I can practically smell her expensive perfume through the screen.]

[I heard Arthur Fairchild dotes on his daughter. If I had a gorgeous, fiercely protective daughter like that defending the family business, I’d worship the ground she walked on too.]

[Weird, I always thought the streamer was pretty, but next to the heiress, she looks super basic. Too much makeup, trying way too hard. The difference in class is insane.]

[Wait, didn’t the streamer say her mom was in the middle of a massive crisis? And she still took the time to do full glam before coming over?]

[Point the camera back at the heiress! I need more screenshots…]

[OMG I just saw Caleb in the background! He is SO HOT!]

Seraphina had never expected her own chat to turn on her, let alone start drooling over Lyra’s flawless looks. Humiliated and furious, she abruptly ended the livestream.

“Lyra, go upstairs. Go check if Dad is pulling in.” Caleb stepped squarely in front of her, forming a physical shield, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Caleb…”

“Go!”

Lyra truly couldn’t stomach looking at another one of these greedy, repulsive faces, but as she climbed the stairs, she couldn’t ignore the fact that Caleb was now completely surrounded. The first floor echoed with a relentless barrage of shouting and hostile demands…

Would Fairchild Holdings still collapse?

She told herself absolutely not.

This was merely the painful process of ripping off the band-aid. Fairchild Holdings would survive.

In her past life, Caleb had drained his very soul trying to save them, but it had been too late. This time, everything was going to be different…

Lyra stood there for what felt like hours, waiting for her father’s car to appear.

Finally, two warm beams of light sliced through the darkness of the estate’s winding road. A surge of relief washed over her, only to be instantly replaced by shock. She recognized the distinctive headlights of that luxury car immediately.

Why was it his car…

That was impossible.

He wouldn’t show up here at a time like this.

Lyra shook her head, thoroughly disgusted with her own imagination. Instead of focusing on Caleb’s brutal situation downstairs, her traumatized mind was conjuring up images of Rowan.

She took a step back, intent on heading inside to help her brother. Just then, another pair of headlights emerged from the deeper darkness of the main road, speeding toward the gates.

She froze, leaning over the balcony ledge to get a better look. Once she confirmed it was indeed her father’s car, she turned on her heel and sprinted back down the stairs.