Chapter 830: Played Like a Fool

“Why?” Frieda asked, perplexed. How else would Lucian see them if she didn't send them directly?

Based on Jonathan's account, Lucian seemed to have done much for that woman! If this continued, they would inevitably end up together.

Disdain flickered in Aubree's eyes before she quickly masked it. "Lucian knows I don't get along with Roxanne," she said. "If I send them anonymously, he'll still suspect me."

Frieda furrowed her brows. "Then what should we do? Are we just going to watch that woman pursue two men simultaneously?"

Aubree's gaze hardened. "I have my own plans. We don't need Lucian to see these pictures." Sometimes, it would be better if others saw them.

Frieda, still confused, was about to press further when Aubree stood and left. An uneasy feeling settled in Frieda's chest as she stared at the empty seat.

She'd always shared information about Lucian and Roxanne with Aubree, yet Aubree treated her like a mere informant, never revealing her own intentions. Frieda had no idea what Aubree was thinking.

Aubree entered her car, but instead of driving, she remained seated, fiddling with her phone. Soon, "Message sent successfully" appeared on her screen. She sat for a while longer before returning to the Farwell residence. I can't wait to see Sonya's face! she thought.

At the Farwell residence, Sonya was mid-yoga session when her phone vibrated. She checked it to find several texts from an unknown number. Frowning, she returned to the couch and opened the messages.

The first photos showed her son with Roxanne and her children at a concert hall entrance; they appeared amicable. Other photos depicted Roxanne and Jack laughing together.

Sonya’s fury mounted as she viewed the pictures, her fingers trembling. She'd repeatedly warned her son about Roxanne. The photos showed not only his disregard for her warnings but also that he was being manipulated.

Aubree arrived as Sonya seethed. A fleeting smug expression crossed Aubree's face before she adopted a concerned demeanor and sat beside the older woman.

"What's wrong, Mrs. Farwell? You seem upset."

Sonya whirled around, her anger reignited by the images. Yet, with her future daughter-in-law present, she felt compelled to defend her son. "It's nothing," she said. "Go upstairs and rest. I have some things to attend to."