Chapter 781 What Are You Doing
Meanwhile, at the Farwell residence, Catalina had not slept for almost the entire night. Last night, ever since Lucian brought Estella away, Catalina’s body began to feel itchy. However, she did not overthink the condition and planned to continue sleeping.
Unexpectedly, after some time, the itchiness worsened, rendering her unable to fall asleep. She endured the discomfort until the following day. Upon waking up, Catalina noticed her body was covered with red spots similar to Estella’s.
A few other housekeepers who were more closely acquainted with Catalina came over and checked on her. A short while later, their bodies started to itch too.
Catalina swiftly realized the illness was contagious. She immediately instructed everyone not to establish physical contact with one another and arranged for those uninfected people to stay in the courtyard.
Only after coming up with a simple plan to sort out the predicament at home did she remember to contact Lucian to report the circumstances to him.
Just as she took out her phone, Catalina saw his car driving into the house’s compound.
Everyone stepped backward and watched while Lucian parked and got out of the vehicle.
“Mr. Farwell, Ms. Estella’s disease is contagious. You…” Catalina moved forward and expressed her concern to Lucian while putting up with her body’s discomfort.
She had served the Farwell family for many years and was considered one of the few to witness Lucian and Estella’s growth. She had long since regarded them as her family.
Seeing how Lucian carried Estella in his arms when they left the house last night, Catalina assumed he would be infected too. To her surprise, he seemed completely fine.
Lucian sized her up while wearing a solemn expression. “How many people have contracted the disease?”
She regained her senses and recalled the number of infected personnel before reporting, “Approximately four to five people. I’ve asked them to remain inside the house. Those staying in the courtyard are the unaffected group.”
Lucian nodded. Then, he returned to his car to retrieve the spray bottles and handed one to Catalina. “Use this bottle to spray those who have been infected and the remaining bottles to sanitize the house.”
Catalina bobbed her head in acknowledgment and immediately turned around to delegate the tasks.
Soon, all the housekeepers began to carry out their duties.
Lucian walked to the living room and scanned the area. Nevertheless, Aubree was nowhere to be seen.
A rustling sound came from upstairs when the housekeepers were almost done disinfecting the residence.
Aubree felt delighted for successfully punishing Estella last night. As a result, she was able to get a good night’s sleep. By the time she woke up, the time was already close to nine o’clock in the morning.
That little b*tch should suffer from severe symptoms after being infected with the disease, so I reckon Lucian won’t be home so soon.
With that thought in her mind, Aubree ambled down the stairs.
Upon arriving at the living room, she saw a few housekeepers still engaged in the sanitizing work. She asked with a frown, “What’s going on?”
Right after she was done talking, one of the housekeepers sprayed her with a bottle of an unknown substance.
Aubree scrunched up her face in utter displeasure instantaneously. “What are you doing!”
“Mr. Farwell said there is a highly contagious bacteria in the house, so he asked us to sanitize the whole place,” the housekeeper replied calmly.
Aubree’s expression froze after she heard the housekeeper’s explanation. “Are you saying that Lucian is back?” How is this possible? Frieda told me the bacteria could induce a very potent sensitivity reaction, and the condition cannot be easily cured. Logically, that little b*tch should still be sick. Why is Lucian back so soon?
She looked up in perplexity and swept her gaze around the living room.
Aubree’s heart jumped into her throat, and her facial expression stiffened indistinctively when she caught sight of Lucian standing in front of the couch. He’s really back. Does that mean that little b*tch has recovered?
