Meanwhile, at the Farwell residence, Aubree tiptoed out of Estella's room while on her phone.
“Don't worry. I've used this drug on someone before. It takes effect once the person takes it,” Frieda claimed proudly on the other end of the line.
Aubree curled her lips coldly upon hearing that. “That's good to hear. I'm definitely going to teach her a lesson this time!”
Only then did Frieda realize she had forgotten to ask about something. “Aubree, who are you going to use it on?”
Feeling impatient, Aubree knitted her brows and uttered indifferently, “That's none of your business. Anyway, I'm hanging up. Lucian is back.”
With that, she hung up, leaving Frieda staring at her phone screen in bewilderment.
Aubree entered the bathroom and thoroughly washed her hands twice. Through the window, she saw Lucian's car roll into the courtyard. She quickly schooled her expression and went downstairs with a smile.
Catalina was preparing dinner downstairs. At the sight of Aubree, she greeted her politely, “Ms. Pearson.”
“Let me help you,” Aubree offered with a pretentious smile.
Catalina had wanted to decline, but Aubree had already reached out and taken away the plate from her hand.
Catalina watched Aubree bustle about, her eyes filled with doubt.
Aubree had often stayed at the Farwell residence over the past few years, but she had never acted so helpful and attentive.
Yet, she had been going in and out of the house all day that day.
After leaving with Lucian in the morning, she returned shortly before going out again when it was almost lunch. Upon returning, she stayed upstairs and only showed herself at this time.
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