She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 367

By the third day, Kayla had recovered enough strength to sit up, her color finally returning. The twins had also been cleared to leave the incubators and were brought to the room.

When it was just the two of them in the suite, Kayla turned her head to look at Lyra and asked softly, "What kind of man is Waylon Grayson?"

Lyra froze for a second, lowering her gaze. "He's a good guy," she murmured.

"Once I'm fully recovered and out of confinement, I want to formally thank him." Kayla gently patted the tiny, impossibly soft baby sleeping next to her. She looked up at Lyra. "Will you come with me?"

Lyra hesitated, but eventually gave a soft nod. "Okay."

She honestly didn't know how to feel. In the most terrifying, critical moment of Kayla's life, it was Waylon who stepped up and protected her.

It made total sense that Kayla felt indebted to him.

She couldn't blame Caleb, either. He had been working grueling overtime for weeks, practically living between the corporate office and the manufacturing plants. With Lyra taking a step back from Fairchild Holdings, all the pressure had fallen squarely on his shoulders.

"Just focus on resting right now, Kayla. When you're all healed up, I'll go with you wherever you want."

Kayla offered a gentle, warm smile. "Thank you."

...

The Fairchild family had planned to find an appropriate time to formally invite Waylon over to express their gratitude. To their complete surprise, Waylon showed up at the hospital on his own accord.

He stood by the bassinet, his eyes remarkably soft as he looked down at the sleeping baby girl. "Have you chosen names yet?"

Delilah had actually consulted a traditional naming expert, but the family hadn't finalized anything.

Kayla looked slightly embarrassed. "Not yet."

Waylon's voice was perfectly calm. "Why not Iris? Iris Fairchild."

She looked him dead in the eye. "Waylon, don't come back here anymore."

Waylon fell into a heavy silence. After a long moment, he gave a quiet nod. "Alright. I won't."

Lyra exhaled a silent breath of relief, glad that he was at least being reasonable. Then, her tone turned dead serious. "There's one more thing. I've decided to drive the Ford family out of Seaborne for good. Don't try to get in my way."

Waylon's brow furrowed sharply, clearly about to argue, but Lyra simply spun on her heel and marched back to the ward.

That night, Lyra pulled Caleb aside, her voice heavy with concern. "Caleb, you can't just obsess over the twins. You have to take care of Kayla. Having a baby throws a woman's hormones completely out of balance. She's incredibly fragile and sensitive right now. What she needs more than anything is her husband's presence and support."

Caleb looked through the glass at his sleeping wife, his voice filled with quiet guilt. "I know."

But between the endless crises at the corporate headquarters and the factories, he was stretched dangerously thin. He simply didn't have the hours in the day.

Lyra took a deep breath. "My injuries are pretty much healed. I'm coming back to the office tomorrow."