Chapter 1108: Am His Fiancée

“Finish your meal, Estella. Ms. Pearson will take you to kindergarten later.” Lucian retracted his gaze without giving her a chance to respond.

Though puzzled, Estella didn’t dare question his scowl and ate her breakfast obediently. She was running late by the time she finished.

Aubree greeted Lucian before collecting Estella. He watched them go, then called, “Wait a minute.”

Aubree stopped abruptly, her heart clenching. Lucian isn’t having second thoughts, is he? Despite her apprehension, she maintained a cheerful smile. “Is there anything else, Lucian?”

Estella, hand in hand with Aubree, looked up at her father, believing he'd changed his mind. Lucian hesitated, then relaxed, seemingly reaching a decision.

“Don’t resist your teacher or classmates like last time, Essie. I’ll be in touch with your teacher to check on you.”

The child puffed her cheeks. “I understand.”

Aubree breathed a secret sigh of relief, her smile genuine. “I’ll speak to her teacher. Anything else? If not, I’m leaving with Essie; she’s late.”

Lucian nodded indifferently. Aubree smiled and led Estella away.

In the car, Estella sat warily, lips pursed, silent. Aubree attempted conversation. “Do you remember what your new teacher looks like, Essie? I haven’t met her.”

Estella nodded quietly. Aubree was pleasantly surprised. “Do you have any friends in your new class?”

Estella shook her head. Only the two boys were on her mind; she hadn’t noticed the others. The other students must think I’m a weirdo. That’s fine. I don’t plan to stay long, anyway. I’ll be back with the boys when Daddy and Mommy get back together!

Aubree continued to engage Estella, who, uncharacteristically, responded. Aubree was in a splendid mood.

At the kindergarten entrance, Aubree was about to ask Estella to identify her teacher when the teacher recognized her.

“You’re here, Essie!” The teacher approached, greeted Estella, then turned to Aubree. “And you are?”

Aubree smiled and inclined her head. “Hello, I am Lucian’s fiancée, Aubree.”

The teacher’s position at the prestigious institution spoke to her qualifications. The marriage between the Farwell and Pearson families was well-known in Horington. The kindergarten teachers would naturally know. The teacher understood Aubree’s unspoken implication: she was Estella’s future mother. Her attitude became more respectful. “Hello, Ms. Pearson. I am Pamela Yaxley. Please call me Ms. Yaxley.”