Chapter 1091

Aubree’s annoyance flared at her mother’s complacent expression. “Since Lucian no longer loves her, I have to become Mrs. Farwell. I want to be the lady of the house, and I want his heart!” She longed for the affection he’d shown her six years ago.

Gina nodded in agreement, her primary concern the Farwell-Pearson union.

Aubree, initially frustrated by her mother’s unconcern, considered Estella. Everything she’d said to Lucian was calculated to elicit sympathy; she frankly lacked childcare experience. Gina, however, had raised her, surely possessing more expertise.

Smiling, Aubree pulled her mother to the couch. “Mom, I need to ask you something.”

“What is it?”

Aubree frowned. “How do I interact with a child? Estella holds sway in this marriage. If she dislikes me, Lucian will end the engagement.”

The Pearsons understood this well. Lucian hadn't married Aubree in the past six years because Estella consistently rejected her. They’d tried numerous approaches to gain Estella’s acceptance, all to no avail. Aubree’s attitude toward Estella had only worsened.

It's all that girl's fault!

Gina hesitated. “Estella treats me much like she treated you. You were raised by a nanny; I have limited experience with children.”

Aubree’s expression darkened.

Gina quickly offered, “They’re kids. They like similar things—food, toys. Just get her something she likes.”

Aubree dismissed this with a wave. “Forget it. I’ll figure it out myself.” She stood and went upstairs.

Gina watched her daughter leave with anxiety and resignation. She desperately hoped for Estella’s acceptance to unite the families, but felt helpless.

Upstairs, Aubree seethed, replaying Estella’s rejection. That little girl used to be mute; I could have intimidated her. But now, she might tell Lucian. The Pearson family could crumble, let alone my position as Mrs. Farwell. I have to make that little girl happy.

Gritting her teeth, she called Frieda.

“Aubree, what’s wrong?” Frieda answered promptly.

“Do you know any psychologists? I need one.”

Frieda was puzzled. “What happened? Why a psychologist?”

Aubree’s irritation flared. “It’s none of your business. Just find me a psychologist!”