When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 1005: The Focus Is on the Biological Daughter

Rhiannon Xavier wasn’t surprised at all. Before Faye Turner could open her mouth, Rhiannon acted understanding, "So, you’re Shane, my little sister? What a coincidence! Welco ho, Shane!"

Saying this, Rhiannon Xavier directly reached out and hugged Faye!

The smile on her face was full of a host’s joy, "Shane, do you rember ? I’m Mimi, I changed my na later. We used to play together a lot as kids! Rhiannon is the na my mother gave !"

"Of course, I rember you." Faye embraced her too, whispering softly in her ear, "You’re Mr. Walsh’s daughter, Mabel Walsh. On my fourth birthday, you gave a musical wind chi."

Upon hearing this, Rhiannon Xavier was montarily dumbfounded, nearly scared out of her wits!

She rembers things from when she was four years old!!

She herself was seven that year. It was only when Faye ntioned it just now that Rhiannon rembered that this did happen!

So, she also rembers how she went missing back then? The dicine is too miraculous, isn’t it?

"Sister, what’s wrong?" Noticing her stiffened spine, Faye held her shoulders, gently pulling away from her embrace, smiling softly and looking at her tenderly.

When Rhiannon Xavier t her gaze, the slightly stiff smile on her face no longer reached her eyes as panic set in her heart.

"Sister, are you feeling unwell?" Faye spoke again, her smile even sweeter, her voice soft and gentle, filled with concern.

This drew her parents’ attention.

Sensing their gaze, Rhiannon quickly snapped back and had no choice but to smile as she answered, "No, no, I just... didn’t sleep well last night, but I feel fine."

Faye didn’t intentionally reveal anything further because she felt it wasn’t the right ti. She doesn’t take actions she’s not sure of.

Rhiannon’s smile to Faye now contained a hint of wariness.

"I’ll be counting on you to take care of , sister, after all, you’ve lived in The Xavier Family for over twenty years and know everything around here so well." Faye’s words were a double entendre.

Was she implying a cuckoo in the nest?

Rhiannon’s face turned unsightly, and it was hard for her to react.

At this mont, Nathan Xavier took Faye’s shoulder and gently spoke, "Father, Mother, shall I take my sister to her previous room first?" to avoid wasting ti chatting with Rhiannon.

"Alright."

Anyway, the room is cleaned daily, and staying in her own room wouldn’t make her a guest anymore.

"Sure, sure, check if anything needs to be added, and quickly prepare it for her." Mrs. Xavier was very attentive to her daughter, instantly overlooking Rhiannon, as she approached Faye.

"Shane, you have many houses there. See which room would be suitable for a nursery, and leave one for Joy. After all, you’ll always need a place for the child to stay when you bring him back to your parents’ ho, as children grow up day by day."

Then she instructed her son, "Nathan, do you want to set up a study for Adrian Lancaster? According to you young CEOs’ preferences, arrange sothing. Your taste isn’t bad, so I’ll leave this task to you."

Nathan Xavier recalled Adrian Lancaster’s smug deanor today, in the Xavier Family’s performance, even if given a doghouse, he’d be especially happy.

"Yes, Mother."

The father had nothing to add either, his face filled with uncontrollable glee, a joy born from within.

"Let’s go, sister."

The elders of The Xavier Family watched as their son and daughter left.

Beside them, Rhiannon Xavier noticed the expressions of her parents; they looked like a family, while she felt like a transparent outsider.

An adopted daughter is ultimately an adopted daughter, but she thought again, as long as she remains an adopted daughter, she’s still a daughter of The Xavier Family!

The servants still called her Miss.

"By the way, the butler!" Simon Xavier’s sudden voice pulled Rhiannon from her thoughts.

A kind, older middle-aged man entered from outside, "Hello, sir. What can I do for you?"