She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 291

In his dream, the damp, chilling wall appeared again. Dead center was that word—"Regret"—carved so deeply it felt etched into his very bones, suffocating him. This time, his mind was lucid. He slowly raised his hand, staring at the protruding veins and rough fingertips that felt too weathered to belong to him.

Rowan Jameson woke up from the dream.

He rested his forearm casually over his eyes. For once, he wasn't drenched in a cold sweat. Instead, his lips curved into a quiet, breathless chuckle.

He had finally figured out the pattern.

Every time she cried, he was almost guaranteed to have this nightmare. It was a vicious cycle, practically a habit he couldn't break at this point.

...

The next day, Fairchild Holdings initiated a massive internal investigation.

Lyra Fairchild and Caleb Fairchild stayed at the factory, cross-referencing employee clock-in records with leave requests, meticulously hunting for any possible clues.

The accident at the Fairchild facility had already made headlines, causing a public relations nightmare. The incident site was cordoned off, the police had launched a formal investigation, and local news stations were running the story non-stop.

At this point, the siblings were less concerned about the company's image and more disturbed by the fact that no family members had come forward to claim the body.

The corporate office had prepared for the worst. Settlement funds and compensation packages were ready to go, just waiting for the grieving family to show up so they could close the book on this tragedy.

But in the end, absolutely no one came.

Caleb had been on the phone all day. The police had arrived early in the morning. There were no security cameras in the blind spot where the accident occurred, but footage from the main gate showed a man on a scooter pulling in at dusk. He wore a uniform and a blacked-out helmet that completely obscured his face. He was tall, right around six feet, perfectly matching the deceased's build. He was likely the catalyst for the entire disaster, yet everyone at the factory swore they had never seen him before.

That alone confirmed one terrifying fact—he was never a Fairchild employee to begin with!

"This whole thing... it just doesn't sit right," Lyra muttered.

That night, back at the estate, the more Lyra thought about it, the more disturbed she felt. If the victim wasn't a factory worker, then this wasn't some tragic workplace accident.

That realization left her so entirely spooked that after taking a shower, she refused to sleep alone.

Caleb grabbed his own pillow, reaching out to affectionately ruffle Lyra's hair.

Just as he turned to walk out the door, Lyra suddenly called out to him.

"Wait... I think I'll go sleep with Mom instead!"

Caleb paused and glanced back. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I toss and turn too much in my sleep," Lyra explained. "It'd be a disaster if I accidentally kicked Kayla's stomach."

Kayla quickly reassured her, "It's fine, I'll be careful. It's really no bother."

But Lyra's words had successfully planted a seed of worry in Caleb's mind. "Yeah, actually, go sleep with Mom."

Lyra immediately gathered her bedding and scurried down the hall to Delilah's room.