The Abandoned Wife (Lucian) novel Chapter 1766

Chapter 1766 Eyeing The Pie

Seeing his sister's reaction, Jonathan had a general idea about the current situation.

What exactly is that man's motive? His previous suspicion of having sent Aubree abroad made it clear that he was an enemy of the Farwell family. Yet, he specifically had Old Mr. Lomax help to treat Roxanne this time. His actions are rather peculiar, and I can't figure him out.

In the face of her brother's authoritative aura, Frieda suppressed her emotions, her expression indignant. “Why do you think I did so? Can't I achieve something for myself? For my whole life, the entire Queen family has nurtured you as the heir. What about me? No one has ever taken me seriously. Am I just a haughty daughter of a prominent family in other people's eyes? Am I not worthy of having my own ambition?”

She grew increasingly emotional as she spoke. In the end, she declared, “Listen here, Jonathan. Starting today, I'm also your competitor. Unlike you, I won't be going along with the Farwell family in everything!”

That tirade sparked the fury Jonathan had initially leashed.

“The Farwell family hasn't been maltreating us. In fact, they've been pretty good to us. Regarding them as an enemy would be true foolishness. Besides, Lucian would undoubtedly give the Queen family credit for having gotten Old Mr. Lomax to help. Whatever benefit you want, I'll give it to you at that time.”

Having said that, he left the house right away.

Behind him, Frieda's expression changed, her gaze unfathomable.

At the Farwell residence, Lucian worked on his laptop. He had a lot of work matters piled up after taking time off the past few days.

Although Cayden could handle most of the matters, there were always some deals and contracts he had to review and sign off personally.

When Roxanne saw Lucian focused on work, she did not interrupt him. Instead, she brewed a cup of hot coffee and carried it over, her eyes dancing with delight.

Lifting his eyes, Lucian held her gaze. Unbidden, the corners of his mouth turned up a fraction.

“The poison within you hasn't been dispelled completely, so you need to rest more. There's no need to bother about me. You can sleep first,” he murmured after picking up the coffee and taking a sip.

“Okay. Don't overwork yourself! I'll go and look in on the kids to see whether they've all gone to bed.”