After dinner, Alfred returned to his room to rest. Roxanne followed to give him a final checkup before going downstairs to say goodbye.

"It's so late," Jonathan said. "Let me give you a lift home."

"No, it's fine," Roxanne replied with a smile. "You still have guests to entertain."

Jonathan knew she was right and didn't insist. "In that case, please be careful getting home. Oh, and I hope you won't take my grandfather's words to heart. At his age, he tends to worry."

Roxanne smiled and left.

Lucian saw her leaving the mansion and said, "It's getting late, and I still have work to do. I'm leaving now."

Aubree, wary, decided to follow. "Oh, I'm leaving too. Let's go together."

"No," Lucian answered indifferently. "We're not going the same way. I'm going now." He strode off before Aubree could reply.

Aubree stood dazed, shocked. Jonathan frowned. He'd sensed something was wrong between Lucian and the two women since dinner, but couldn't pinpoint it.

"Aubree?" Frieda murmured, noticing her friend's stunned expression.

Aubree recovered, forcing a smile. "I still have work to do, so I won't disturb you any longer."

Though Jonathan and Frieda sensed something was amiss, they didn't ask. After a few more words, they saw her off.

Back in the mansion, Jonathan turned to his sister. "How did you know Dr. Jarvis has kids?"

Frieda pursed her lips. "I saw them when I was out to lunch with Aubree. Oh, and she's Lucian's ex-wife! I can't believe she came back!"

Jonathan was shocked. No wonder he'd felt awkwardness between Dr. Jarvis and Lucian! She was the woman from six years ago!

Even after leaving the mansion and getting into her car, Roxanne felt unsettled by the dinner conversation. She collected her thoughts before starting the car.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the window. Roxanne turned, but when she saw who it was, she looked away, pretending not to hear.

The person knocked again, peering into the car. Though Roxanne knew she couldn't be seen, she tensed. Hesitantly, she rolled down the window. "What is it?"

It was Lucian. Raising an eyebrow calmly, he said, "I didn't drive. Could you give me a lift?" He reached for the car door.

Before Roxanne reacted, Lucian was in the passenger seat, fastening his seatbelt. "Let's go," he said.

Roxanne finally spoke, displeased. "Where's your chauffeur?"

"It's late. Since I can easily get a ride, why should I trouble him?"

Roxanne was speechless for a moment before saying, "Ms. Pearson hasn't left either. I think she'd be happy to give you a lift."