She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 568

As it turned out, a distant teenaged cousin of the Fairchild family, who possessed the typical gossipy mindset of a rabid fanboy, had commented on the thread, claiming that all three men seemed to be in love with Lyra.

And she uploaded the 'proof.'

The post went incredibly viral. The photo was from a private memorial service a few years ago. Lucas, Rowan, and Waylon were pictured walking side-by-side into the hall, dressed in somber black suits, exuding an imposing, untouchable aura. The teenager had simply thought the three of them looked stunning in the same frame and snapped a candid shot.

But the fatal flaw was that the camera hadn't just captured Lyra drowning in her grief in the corner—it had accidentally captured Arthur Fairchild's memorial portrait displayed in the center of the hall.

The deceased was Lyra's late father, and his memorial photo was now casually plastered across an entertainment gossip thread for absolute strangers to judge, mock, and discuss.

When Madeline sent her the link and Lyra saw the video, the blood in her veins instantly turned to ice.

Her father's final image was being carelessly circulated online, treated as a sideshow by gawking strangers.

Every instinct to run, hide, and protect her unborn child was incinerated by pure rage. Lyra booked a flight immediately and headed straight for Seaborne City.

The moment she landed, she called the police.

Simultaneously, she unleashed her lawyers on the major social media platforms, forcing a complete takedown of the gossip thread. They scrubbed every original image, screenshot, repost, and backup, violently purging the backend cache to ensure no user could save or spread it a second time.

A memorial photo was a family's sacred memory. Having it dragged into a gossip forum for strangers to ridicule was a vile disrespect to the dead and a blatant violation of the deceased's portrait and reputation rights.

After handling the aggressive legal strikes, Lyra dragged her exhausted body back to the Fairchild estate.

The next day, the distant teenage cousin asked to meet her at a quiet chain coffee shop to apologize.

The girl showed up alone. As she approached the table, her head was hung low. Her voice was raspy and cracked, clearly having already suffered a brutal scolding from her parents. Her eyes were still red and swollen.

She didn't dare look Lyra in the eye, bowing deeply instead. "Lyra, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have randomly taken photos at the memorial and posted them online. I accidentally caught your father's portrait... I was foolish and disrespectful to the dead, and I know I caused your family a lot of pain."

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