Chapter 1914: Slight Anticipation

Six years ago, Grant hadn't appeared at the wedding ceremony after acquiring the money. He'd wanted to attend then, hoping to escape his predicament. Roxanne, however, believed his sole motive had always been financial gain.

Roxanne felt a sense of catharsis after confronting Winnie, finally releasing the frustration and anger she'd harbored for over a decade.

Returning to the mansion, Roxanne called Sonya, informing her that she'd completely severed ties with Grant and didn't want him at the wedding. There was no further need to accommodate either Grant or Winnie.

Sonya felt relieved, comforted by Roxanne's resolution. She reassured her daughter-in-law that, with the Farwell family's support, she would no longer be bullied. They spoke for some time, Sonya again apologizing profusely for past events. Roxanne had long since forgiven her.

“Roxanne,” Sonya said, “I made countless mistakes, fueled by prejudice and arrogance. After tomorrow's wedding, we'll truly be a family. I hope you'll put the past behind us and allow me to be a good mother-in-law and grandmother to the children.”

Roxanne hadn't expected such profound self-reflection. “Mom, we must always move forward. I hope you'll forgive any future mistakes I make.” She believed Sonya's words were heartfelt, and reciprocated that sincerity.

“All right. You should rest; preparations for a traditional wedding ceremony begin between three and four in the morning.”

After hanging up, Roxanne sat on the couch, lost in thought. Lucian noticed. “What’s on your mind? Thinking about your mother?”

He was right. Roxanne was recalling memories, from when she was four or five years old. In her memory, her mother always smiled, her expression sweet and tender. She had been a wonderful person, tragically destroyed.

It had all stemmed from Grant's betrayal, perhaps even incited by Winnie. Roxanne's hatred for Winnie had never waned, even after more than ten years. Witnessing her mother's suffering had driven her to study medicine.

“Darling, there’s something I’ve never told you,” Lucian said.

“What is it?” Roxanne asked, emerging from her reverie.

Lucian smiled faintly. “Since our first marriage, I’ve visited your mother’s grave on the anniversary of her death. I always went alone; no one else knew.”

“I suspected it was you, but I couldn't believe it.”

His confession greatly improved Roxanne's mood. While she’d been at Epea, unable to return, she'd entrusted Madilyn to visit her mother's grave annually, observing remotely. Each time, a bouquet of flowers already adorned the grave. Madilyn had assumed it was the caretaker.

Roxanne’s suspicion was confirmed. It had been Lucian.

“Yes, it was me. I stood there, begging her to let me see you again,” Lucian admitted, seeming slightly uncomfortable, perhaps feeling his actions clashed with his usual aloof image.

Roxanne smiled wider. She never expected this from him!

“Mom must have watched over us, allowing our reunion through our three children. I believe she’s always watching over me.” This thought calmed her. Mom is always with me. Grant and Winnie’s opinions don’t matter.