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Novel Catalog
Chapter 93
Roxanne overheard Catalina’s words through the phone and immediately felt a wave of concern. Estella wasn’t feeling well, and that thought gnawed at her.
After hearing Lucian’s explanation, she made a sharp U-turn and sped toward the Farwell residence.
Twenty minutes later, her car pulled up outside the mansion. As she sat there, recalling Estella’s condition, Roxanne shot Lucian a doubtful look.
“Take good care of Essie. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask me,” she said, her voice tinged with worry.
Lucian met her gaze, a mocking glint in his eyes. “If you’re so worried about her, why don’t you go see her yourself?” He paused, his tone softening slightly. “Essie adores you. If she sees you while she’s sick, I’m sure she’ll feel better.”
With those words, he opened the car door, stepping out and heading toward the mansion. It was clear that whether Roxanne chose to visit Estella or not was entirely up to her.
Roxanne frowned, her thoughts swirling. Essie was sick. Shouldn’t her mother be the one to come? No matter how busy Aubree was, she wouldn’t neglect her daughter, right?
A wave of guilt washed over her as she thought about the little girl lying in bed. She pushed open the door and followed Lucian into the house.
As they entered, Catalina appeared, holding Estella in her arms.
“Mr. Farwell, you’re finally back,” she greeted him, her face drawn with concern. “Ms. Estella’s not feeling well. I wanted her to rest in bed, but she insisted on waiting for you. I couldn’t say no, so I kept her downstairs for a little while.”
Estella’s cheeks were flushed with fever, and a cooling patch was stuck to her forehead. She looked fragile, her small body barely able to hold itself up.
Upon seeing her father, Estella immediately stretched out her arms, wanting to be held. Lucian quickly took her into his arms, his brows furrowing as he felt her temperature.
“Why did she suddenly get a fever?” he asked, his concern deepening.
Catalina’s eyes flickered nervously. “Ms. Estella seemed fine when she got home from kindergarten. She ate very little for dinner, and I thought she was just tired, so I brought her upstairs for a shower. That’s when I realized she had a fever. I called the family doctor, and he prescribed some medicine. But Essie wouldn’t go to bed until she saw you,” she explained.
Lucian nodded absently, his focus on Estella. He gently patted her back. “Do you still feel sick?” he asked, his voice thick with concern.
Estella buried her face into his neck and weakly nodded in response. Lucian sighed softly, his hand brushing through her hair in a comforting gesture.
“Mr. Farwell,” Catalina urged, “Now that you’re back, you should take her upstairs so she can rest.”
Lucian hesitated, his gaze still on the doorway. “Let’s wait for a little while,” he replied.
Catalina frowned, confused. She had no idea what he was waiting for, and she felt a flicker of panic as the silence stretched on. Just then, the sound of light footsteps echoed from the entrance.
Why does that sound like a woman’s footsteps?
The three of them turned toward the door, their eyes all landing on the newcomer.
Lucian’s gaze softened, a flicker of warmth crossing his expression as he saw who had arrived.
Catalina’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening in disbelief. She couldn’t believe her eyes.
Roxanne had just stepped inside when she felt three pairs of eyes land on her. She froze, suddenly overwhelmed by the rush of emotions that flooded her.
The mansion around her looked nearly identical to how it had six years ago.
This had been her home once.
She had lived here for several years. Though Lucian had often seemed indifferent toward her, he’d never once objected to her decisions. Some of the decorations, the furniture—it was all chosen by her.
She had expected Lucian to change everything after her departure, but to her surprise, the house looked almost the same.
She glanced around quickly, then averted her gaze, biting back a cynical laugh. How ridiculous, she thought. I can’t believe I’m feeling nostalgic over the old decorations.
What she hadn’t realized was that Lucian hadn’t bothered to change anything. He had simply ignored the house’s appearance altogether.
