Chapter 1841: Do Not Underestimate Lucian

Perhaps it was the effect of Sonya's soup, but Roxanne slept soundly, her pain significantly reduced. Lucian's call brought news of Sonya's car accident. He soon returned to the mansion, asking Roxanne with concern, “When did you last use your car? Has it been sent for repairs?”

Roxanne then remembered Sonya had used her car that day. The coincidence of Mrs. Farwell's accident struck her. Trusting Lucian's judgment, she carefully considered, “I haven't been to a body shop recently! Yesterday was my last time driving it. However, I did notice the brakes felt faulty.”

“Where do you usually park? Have you lent it to anyone recently?” Lucian inquired carefully, sensing a deliberate targeting.

Roxanne’s routine was predictable: home, the research institute, occasional visits to the hospital or company. She recounted her past three days, confirming she hadn't lent her car.

Lucian frowned. “Someone tampered with your brakes. Linda and Madilyn should arrange to check the surveillance footage of your parking spot for the past seven days.”

“Is Mrs. Farwell alright? I’ll go to the hospital,” Roxanne insisted, concerned for Sonya.

“Don’t worry; Mom’s okay. She’s in the hospital, Dad’s with her. Fortunately, she was driving slowly. Had it been you at seventy kilometers per hour instead of her forty, the outcome would have been far worse!” Lucian emphasized the averted danger.

Roxanne, realizing how close she had come to serious injury, felt a chill. She immediately contacted Linda and Madilyn. Soon, the traffic police called to confirm the car's ownership and its impoundment. The inspection revealed a serious brake malfunction, strongly suggesting sabotage.

“Ms. Jarvis, this accident injured your family member. Expect further police investigation; please cooperate fully.” Roxanne readily agreed.

Lucian promptly called Cayden to examine surveillance footage along Roxanne's routes for the past few days. Ten minutes later, Roxanne, changed and ready, accompanied Lucian to the hospital.

Sonya had unwittingly become the victim instead of Roxanne, who had her period that day and stayed home. Sonya's car was broken, leading her to use Roxanne's. Was it truly coincidence?

Downstairs, in a black Mercedes-Benz, two figures sat in the backseat. Christina, in a low-brimmed hat, and Elektra, in oversized sunglasses, were nearly unrecognizable.

“Elektra, convinced now? This accident was a minor diversion! Your actions, however, will escalate matters significantly!” Christina smirked.

Elektra remained dubious. “Christina, you promised no direct harm. Don’t underestimate Lucian. One slip-up, and he’ll catch you again!”

The plan, initially targeting Roxanne, had unintentionally affected Sonya. But whether Roxanne or Sonya was injured mattered little; both were vital to Lucian. He would uncover the truth.