She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 292

Delilah's bedroom smelled of a faint, soothing lavender that instantly eased the lingering panic in Lyra's chest. Her mother was already in bed. Lyra climbed in quietly, wrapping herself in the plush duvet and curling up into a tight, cozy little ball against her side.

Delilah smiled, affectionately stroking her daughter's hair. "What brings you here? Can't sleep?"

Lyra snuggled closer, breathing in that familiar, comforting scent. "I was just a little spooked today. I wanted to stay with you."

Delilah patted her back soothingly. "It's been years since I've held you like this. I've missed it."

"Me too," Lyra murmured, blinking slowly. Between her restless night and the exhausting day, her eyelids were already growing heavy.

"Sweetheart, what kind of man do you actually like?" Delilah asked softly.

Lyra mumbled sleepily, "Someone who treats me as well as Dad did."

"Do you think Zane Sutton could be that kind of man?" Delilah clearly had a favorable impression of the young man and seemed to approve of him.

Right before she drifted off to sleep, Lyra whispered, "I'll have to keep observing."

In reality, she knew Vivienne Jameson would never allow her stepson to get involved with her.

And right now, Lyra's main philosophy in life was avoiding unnecessary drama at all costs.

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When Jonathan Ford returned home, he relayed everything he had heard about the Fairchild family's ordeal, his tone heavy with disbelief. "Word on the street is that Caleb was actually saved by Rowan Jameson."

Jasmine Ford had already seen the news about the Fairchild incident in the papers. She even secretly hoped to use this disaster to crush Fairchild Holdings. But she absolutely refused to believe that Rowan would go out of his way to save Caleb.

Looking at it that way, Lyra was infuriatingly lucky. Her company remained untouched, and she got to stay the pampered, untouchable princess of the Fairchild family without suffering a single setback.

Jonathan suddenly turned to Jasmine. "How are the preparations for your new company coming along?"

A confident smile touched Jasmine's lips. "Rowan sent Wesley Wade over to help me manage things. The paperwork is almost done, and we'll be officially registered very soon."

Just then, Jasmine's phone rang. Seeing it was an international call from the US, she hurried to her room to answer it. Her grandmother's warm, proud voice came through the speaker.

Her grandmother offered her heartfelt congratulations. "Jasmine, I heard your company is about to officially launch. I am so proud of you!"

The older woman's tone grew deeply earnest as she offered her advice. "A girl should never have to rely on anyone. Standing on your own two feet and building your own empire is the most dignified, secure way to live. A woman must be strong and independent. When you have your own career and your own power, you can live life with your head held high, without having to answer to anyone or swallow your pride."

Those few words sent a rush of warmth through Jasmine's chest, making her eyes shine with determination. She silently vowed to build her own empire, to outshine Lyra in every conceivable way, and to live a life of absolute glory on her own terms.