Chapter 1497

Catalina instinctively assumed they were fighting again and tried to mediate. “Mrs. Farwell, Mr. Farwell truly cares for you. He may have lost his composure out of worry, perhaps saying something wrong or behaving poorly. Please don't be angry with him…”

Roxanne understood the misunderstanding but lacked time to explain. “I understand. I'll call him now, don't worry,” she replied, quickly ending the call and dialing Lucian. Just as she was about to connect, she paused.

Glancing at her three children, she said, “I’m going out for a while. Be good, okay? Get to bed early.”

The children, having overheard, Benny asked, “Mommy, are you going to see Mr. Farwell?”

Roxanne didn't hide it. Nodding, she said, “Take care of Essie. Don't open the door for anyone, and don't sneak out!”

They nodded obediently. “Don’t worry, Mommy, go see Mr. Farwell. We’ll be good!”

Only then did Roxanne feel comfortable leaving. She hoped to receive clear answers from Lucian in person.

At the Farwell residence, Catalina anxiously watched upstairs, wondering about Roxanne and Lucian's conversation and fearing another argument, as Lucian hadn't yet descended.

Then, the doorbell rang. Turning, Catalina saw Roxanne, looking anxious at the gate. Quickly opening the gate and door, Catalina waited.

“Mrs. Farwell, it’s late. Why did you come in person?” Catalina asked, concerned.

Roxanne nodded. “I need to talk to Lucian. Where is he?”

Catalina pointed upward. “Mr. Farwell has been in his study since he returned. He hasn't come out.”

Roxanne immediately started toward the stairs, then paused, remembering Catalina's earlier words. “I’ll go up first. Please heat up the dishes and serve them to him soon.”

Catalina sighed in relief and hurried to obey.

Roxanne continued upstairs. Lucian stood by the tall study window, jaw tight, temples throbbing with unshed anger.

I can’t believe someone’s trying to hurt Roxanne and the kids right under my nose! If I hadn’t noticed in time… I’d have lost her again.

The thought of losing her tightened his chest. As he struggled to regain control, a knock came.

“I’m not hungry, leave me alone,” he snapped.

The knocking ceased. Then, Roxanne's voice. “It’s me.”

Lucian frowned, catching his own scowl in the window. His movement toward the door faltered.

Roxanne’s voice continued. “Did I arrive too abruptly? But… I can’t be at ease. If you’re not free, then—”

The study door opened mid-sentence. Before she could react, Roxanne was in his arms.