She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 595

After getting his phone back, Rowan stepped into a secluded corner of the hospital corridor and dialed a number. "I sent you to the Fairchild estate to keep an eye on things, and you actually spent your time buying groceries and doing their laundry? What kind of protection is that?"

Mrs. Whittaker, pacing anxiously on the other end of the line, quickly explained, "Mr. Jameson, Martha told me to go to the market. I didn't want to blow my cover, so I had to play along..."

"Enough," Rowan interrupted, rubbing his temples. "Pack your bags and get to Blackwood Manor. My wife won't be returning to that house to suffer anymore."

Inside the hospital room, Delilah sat by Lyra's bed, tightly holding her daughter's hand. "It's all my fault. I was just so terrified you'd suffer in this marriage, terrified that Rowan wasn't the right man for you. I filled your head with nonsense and scared you half to death."

Lyra shook her head weakly. "Mom, I've thought it through. If I end up miserable, I can always get a divorce. I'm not chaining myself to a marriage if it destroys me."

Her face was still pale, but her eyes were resolute. "If Rowan ever does something to break my heart, I will disappear with this baby, and he will never find us. You have nothing to worry about."

"Good, good." Delilah wiped away her tears. "I'm glad you see it that way. I've realized it too—I'll support whatever you decide, as long as you're safe."

"I will be," Lyra offered a faint, tired smile. "Thank you, Mom."

After a few days of observation, Lyra was discharged. Citing their newly minted marriage and the abundance of staff available to care for her, Rowan moved her directly into Blackwood Manor.

What Lyra didn't expect was running into Mrs. Whittaker the second she walked through the door.

Dressed in a pristine staff uniform, Mrs. Whittaker greeted her with a bright smile and immediately asked what she wanted for dinner.

Lyra just stared at her, completely speechless.

Mrs. Whittaker offered an apologetic grin. "I've already memorized your exact tastes, ma'am."

With that, she floated out of the room.

The next day, Delilah came to visit her daughter at the manor.

Lyra sat propped up in bed while Delilah chatted about the chaos back home.

She mentioned that Mrs. Whittaker had abruptly quit.

She felt a deep pang of regret.

This was her daughter's wedding.

What mother didn't want to see her daughter looking radiant in a gorgeous gown, surrounded by loved ones showering her with blessings? It was a once-in-a-lifetime moment.

But right now, that was impossible.

Lyra didn't have the strength to endure a full reception. "I just hope she recovers soon so she can at least make a brief appearance."

A few days later, the highly controversial, wildly anticipated wedding of the year finally took place, sending the internet into an absolute frenzy.

The event was staggering in its luxury, dripping with old money extravagance and flawless design. Yet, an undeniable undercurrent of bizarre tension hung in the air.

As the elite guests took their seats, every single one of them found themselves staring at their gold-leafed invitations in utter bewilderment.