Chapter 1503

Phoebe knew Lucian understood, and her lips curled into a faint smile. Even though he was just a child, he still understood. After hearing what Phoebe said, Lucian lay silently on the bed. She watched him, noticing how he seemed to shrink, like a fruit losing its vitality. She sat down beside him, gently stroking his hair, trying to comfort him. "It's okay. Aunt Phoebe is here with you. Don't think about it, Lucian," she said softly. What surprised Phoebe was how deeply the boy had grown attached to that woman in such a short time. Even with her by his side, Lucian's thoughts were still with that woman. Phoebe had been with him for three whole years. She had believed he would see her as a mother by now. But to her dismay, her place had been taken—replaced by that woman without her even noticing. The realization left her with a strange, unsettling jealousy. It burned in her chest, a quiet flame threatening to consume her. Lucian's head stayed still under her hand. Phoebe's gaze li