Chapter 1259

“Lucian, what are you talking about—” Aubree wouldn’t admit her wrongdoing, so she feigned ignorance.

Lucian cut her off. “Our joke of an engagement has dragged on for six years. It’s over. After your discharge, I’ll announce the end to our families. I’m doing this for Old Mr. Pearson; cooperate.”

Aubree’s eyes widened. Six years to win another chance with Lucian, only to have her dream shatter so close to realization. How could he be so cruel? She wouldn't let him win. Six years of hard work wouldn't be for naught.

Ignoring her arm, Aubree grabbed Lucian’s shirt. Her hand trembled, pain wracking her. “Lucian, give me another chance. I was wrong; I won’t repeat my mistake!”

He stared coldly as she pleaded, “I’ll do anything! I won’t see Ms. Jarvis! Forgive me! I’ve waited years. Does that mean nothing?”

“If you cared, you wouldn’t have repeatedly crossed the line!” Lucian retorted impatiently.

Tears welled in Aubree’s eyes. “I was jealous! She was gone for six years, yet you were kind to her on her return. I waited six years, and you couldn’t spare me a glance—”

Lucian coldly shook off her hand.

Aubree cried out, breaking into a cold sweat, desperately trying to hold onto him. Lucian stepped back indifferently. “If you understand your mistake, stay away from them. Otherwise, I’ll disregard our past. This mercy is only for Old Mr. Pearson’s sake!”

He turned and left, leaving Aubree staring at his retreating back.

“Lucian!” she screamed, but he didn’t falter.

Tears streamed down her face as the door closed. Hysteria consumed her. It was over. Six years maintaining the engagement… all for nothing.

Meanwhile, Frieda froze at the doorway before Jonathan forcefully dragged her back to her ward. Her arm, still healing, protested with a hiss of pain.

“Are you mad? I’m your sister, and I’m injured! How could you?” Frieda raged, regaining her balance.

Jonathan glared. “You're a queen, remember? Look at your foolish actions! Do you care about our family?”

Fear flickered in Frieda’s eyes, remembering Lucian’s gaze, but she maintained a brave façade. “What makes you think I don’t care? Who benefits after I help Aubree become Mrs. Farwell?”

“Idiot!” Jonathan exclaimed, exasperated.