She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 584

The medical assistant quickly stepped in to cover for her. "Oh, she's just a personal friend of our chief physician. She wasn't here for an appointment."

Victoria tucked away her suspicions and gave a polite nod. "I see. Thank you."

When Lyra returned home, her entire family was gathered around the table for dinner.

Caleb asked the housekeeper to press one of his favorite suits, mentioning he needed to wear it this Sunday.

Hearing this, Lyra looked up, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. "Caleb, what's happening on Sunday? Why do you need your good suit?"

Caleb looked at her and chuckled. "Did you forget? Sunday is Rowan's wedding."

The chopsticks slipped from Lyra's fingers, clattering loudly against her plate.

He had forced her to sign a marriage certificate today.

But he was still planning to hold a wedding ceremony with Jasmine Ford?

Was that what this meant?

Delilah frowned, sighing softly as she watched her daughter zone out completely.

Meanwhile, in the living room of the house The Ford Family was renting, relatives sat in a circle, staring at Jasmine. "It's Tuesday. Your wedding is in exactly four days. Why don't you look the least bit happy, Jasmine?"

Jasmine stared obsessively at her phone's contact list. Every time she dialed Rowan's number, it rang out to a cold, dead tone. She couldn't reach him, and she couldn't get through to Wesley Wade either. It was supposed to be a time of overwhelming joy, but the groom's icy silence cast a suffocating shadow over the entire family's anticipation.

Now, every time she remembered it, the regret sliced through her like a knife.

If they had actually slept together back then, she wouldn't be in this desperately passive position now.

Thankfully, she still maintained a solid relationship with Victoria. The two texted frequently, and Victoria remained fiercely grateful that Jasmine had 'saved' her son's life in the Middle East.

But in reality, anyone could have stepped in to save him. Whether it was Lyra back then or Jasmine now, the debt of a saved life was just a bargaining chip.

That night, Victoria drove straight to Blackwood Manor. She walked in, her brow furrowed in deep confusion. "You and Jasmine are supposed to have your wedding this weekend. She hasn't been able to reach you for days. What exactly is going on?"

Rowan looked up slowly, his tone indifferent. "I have amnesia. I don't remember most of the past. The only thing I remember right now is that I'm engaged to Lyra, not Jasmine."