Chapter 1244

“You asked for it!” Aubree snapped, lunging at Roxanne.

Roxanne swiftly grasped an acupuncture point on Aubree’s arm, weakening her with a sharp discomfort.

“I’m not only going to slap you, I also want to remind you that you’re the real homewrecker!” Roxanne moved closer, whispering fiercely, “You merely got engaged to Lucian, but I was his wife. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have divorced!”

This was news to Aubree. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she gritted her teeth against the pain.

“That’s because Lucian loves me! He wouldn’t have married you if it weren’t for his grandfather!”

Roxanne’s eyelashes fluttered. Her heart wavered, but she quickly composed herself. Aubree’s actions are too outrageous. I need to solve this. With chilling calm, she said, “Regardless, we were married. If you hate homewreckers, then you should have kept your distance from him instead of becoming one yourself!”

Aubree paled. “You’re being unreasonable!”

“You know whether I am or not.” Roxanne applied pressure to another acupuncture point, ensuring Aubree’s weakness before pushing her away.

Aubree gasped, her arm numb with pain. Yet, fueled by fury at the insults, she mustered her courage to attack again. As she lunged at Roxanne—and Roxanne retaliated with acupuncture pressure—a commotion erupted at the mansion’s door.

“Aubree!”

Frieda arrived, rushing in to witness the chaotic scene. Without hesitation, she shoved Roxanne away. “Are you crazy? Can’t you have a civil discussion?” Aubree, weakened by the pressure on both arms, could barely stand; Frieda steadied her.

“You’re crazy!” Aubree glared at Roxanne, then turned to Frieda. “She’s nuts!”

Frieda, flustered and enraged by Aubree’s distress, growled, “Don’t you realize Aubree is Lucian’s fiancée? How could you do this to her? Don’t you fear Lucian’s retaliation?”

Roxanne, holding two needles of unknown origin, her eyes like ice, declared, “She started this. If Lucian wants to retaliate, he’s welcome. However…” She brandished the needles, approaching Aubree.

Fear choked Frieda. She held Aubree tightly, backing away slowly. After two hesitant steps, forcing herself to stop, she asked, “What do you want?”

Roxanne glanced at her needles, replying calmly, “What else? You know. Ms. Pearson needs a lesson, and you’re not getting off the hook. You’ll ask Lucian to retaliate, so why should I let you go easily?”

A menacing look crossed her face. “Archie, Benny, take Estella upstairs.”

The children, sensing Roxanne's resolve, obediently escorted Estella. Their ascent was interrupted by a scream from below.