She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 653

The Fairchild family's car followed closely behind and arrived at Blackwood Manor. For a moment, the massive estate's grand hall was bustling with voices and unprecedented liveliness.

Since Lyra was still weak from the delivery and restricted to a light liquid diet, the elders gathered in the dining room downstairs for a lavish family banquet while she stayed in the second-floor master suite to rest.

Hearing Vivienne Jameson's voice drifting upstairs, Lyra used the wall for support, taking slow, excruciatingly small steps toward the direction of the gathering. From the upstairs landing, she could see the elders sitting around the table, excitedly throwing out ideas and talking over each other as they discussed what to name the baby.

This scene of perfect family harmony and absolute adoration violently ripped open the dusty scars of her past life. She remembered the way the Jameson family had stood around cursing her unborn baby, calling it an illegitimate mistake. And when she finally lost the child, they had all collectively sighed in relief.

Pale and exhausted, Lyra thought bitterly to herself: Over the past two years, other than her own willful decision to give birth to Pip, what else had she actually been able to control? She was constantly swept along by the currents, forever passive, as if she had never truly held the reins of her own life.

Rowan walked up the stairs carrying a tray of warm broth. The moment he reached the second floor, he spotted Lyra leaning against the hallway wall, looking entirely spaced out. His heart immediately seized, and he hurried over. "What's wrong?"

Seeing her gaze subconsciously directed at the lively living room below, Rowan softly said, "They're all just busy brainstorming names for Pip."

"You shouldn't be out of bed. Go back and rest." Rowan set the tray down on the nearest side table, turned around, and scooped her up into his arms, ignoring any potential protests as he supported her back and knees.

Still caught in the suffocating shadows of her past life, Lyra was completely spaced out. Her body felt entirely drained of energy, and she could only instinctively wrap her arms around his neck, letting him carry her back and gently lower her onto the soft mattress.

Once she was settled, Rowan picked up the bowl of broth from the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed, patiently feeding her spoonful by spoonful.

Soon, footsteps echoed in the hall as Delilah and Kayla came upstairs. Delilah's face broke into a relieved, glowing smile the moment she saw them. "Rowan, you haven't eaten either. Hurry downstairs and join your parents and Grandpa Alistair for dinner. I can take over here. I'll feed my daughter."

Rowan paused, guessing his mother-in-law likely wanted a private word with Lyra. He didn't argue, carefully handing the porcelain bowl to Delilah. "Alright. Thank you, Mom."

With that, he turned and headed downstairs.

"Mom. Kayla."

Kayla asked gently, "Are you feeling a bit better now?"

"Much better."

Delilah sat on the edge of the bed, blowing softly on a spoonful of broth before offering it to her daughter. "Your incision isn't hurting anymore, is it?"

Inside the nursery, the professional Nanny was gently rocking and patting a crying Pip. Kayla was just about to step in and help when Rowan walked through the door.

Kayla couldn't help but tease, "Look at your rookie dad, Pip. You barely let out two cries, and he heard you from all the way downstairs. Having a son has completely wrapped him around his little finger."

Rowan's lips twitched slightly as he stepped forward, carefully taking the bundled little guy from the Nanny's arms.

Taking advantage of the Nanny turning away to grab a sterilized bottle, Kayla dropped her voice, a hint of awkwardness in her tone. "Thank you for warning me last time. I only ever saw him at school a few times anyway, and we've already cut contact."

Rowan acted as if he hadn't heard her.

In truth, she only needed to say those words to hold herself accountable. If he hadn't been worried that the fallout might disturb his wife's postpartum recovery, he never would have intervened in the first place.

Kayla was already used to his cold, tight-lipped nature, so she didn't feel embarrassed by his silence.

As Rowan brought the quieted Pip back to the bedroom, Lyra immediately looked up, her eyes wide with concern. "Why did he start crying?"