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Lyra ran into her father's house and fell onto the couch immediately, crying her eyes out. Jared was there as well, but neither of them said a word to Lyra as she wept profusely.

"All I needed was one more day." She whimpered, her face covered in her palms. "The will was to be ready today, and he'd have signed it already. My life would've been all better by now."

Jagger had a glass of wine with him, and he sipped from time to time, saying nothing to his hurting daughter.

"Lyra, come on, it's enough." Jared rolled her eyes, tired of her whinging already.

"I'm also angry that the plan was ruined at the last minute, but you shouldn't kill yourself over it. With the rate at which you've been crying, you might actually fall sick."

Lyra lifted her face from her palms to look at him.

"You think I'm worried about being sick right now? Do you have any idea what I've planned? How much that money was supposed to help me?" She pointed a hand to her chest.

"My life is ruined, Jared! But of course,