When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 240: That Night Wasn’t a Hallucination

Just stared for a long ti, without greeting, because even if greeted, the other person wouldn’t hear.

Seeing her brother like this, she was clearly a bit sad at heart.

Caleb Lancaster was basically in a vegetative state, only able to open his eyes, but those eyes were devoid of light.

"Father," Adrian Lancaster still respectfully saluted him.

Faye Turner did the sa, "Father."

Eliza Hayes said nothing, standing behind the wheelchair, holding onto it.

The old man leaned on his cane, glanced at his son, and sighed, "Caleb, you have to get well, life is getting better and better. Adrian is married now, you are going to be a grandfather!"

This startled lanie Lancaster and Brandon Lancaster, both turned their eyes towards Faye Turner!

Pregnant?

Pregnant with an heir?

The incense-burning ritual was about to begin, organized by the old man they followed the process, everyone filled with reverence, then began to worship.

It embodies the beautiful wish for all things to be safe and sound.

As the moon rabbit rose in the east, the incense was lit, the whole courtyard filled with fragrance, perating with a rich aroma.

Everyone prayed hoping Caleb Lancaster’s illness would get better.

Only Faye Turner, her gaze occasionally fell on the man in the wheelchair, she tried hard to observe his appearance, but could see nothing.

He was wrapped tightly, the courtyard was dimly lit.

Nonetheless, clever Faye deduced his physique, and then recalled that night, seeing the figure by the window, also with a bent neck.

Faye couldn’t be sure if it was the sa person, but she was certain that night wasn’t a hallucination.

How could she hallucinate him when she hadn’t even t him?

Eliza Hayes was very perceptive, noticing several tis that Faye’s gaze fell over here, not knowing what this girl was thinking.

Does she really want to cure Caleb Lancaster?

Ha! Way too ambitious, sothing all renowned doctors find impossible.

Yet seeing Faye, Eliza couldn’t help but recall what the Taoist priest said, that Faye would be the one to change all this.

She originally dismissed it, but that Taoist priest... was quite accurate.

Eliza’s heart suddenly beca incredibly complicated.

Ten o’clock at night.

Vivian Sawyer was alone in the hotel, after bathing and spraying perfu, she called Dylan Shaw over 70 tis, but his phone remained off.

She was restless and anxious, filled with disappointnt!

Got tangled up with that old hag at ho? Not letting him out?

Even after receiving valuable gifts, Vivian still felt herself suffering imnse grievance, "Dylan Shaw, you bastard! How dare you ss with !!"

This overwhelming disappointnt after joy truly, truly, truly hurts the most.

That night, Vivian felt such heartache her heart seed to be bleeding, holding onto a glimr of hope, waiting for him.

But she never managed to wait.

Each passing minute and second only increased the sorrow in her heart.

Tonight was a reunion night.

Serena Sutton left her hotown, recent events had been quite nurous, she decided not to be lanie Lancaster’s chess piece any longer, so she went alone to the bar.

She wanted to get drunk, then start anew.

Losing Adrian Lancaster, perhaps never having him at all.

In any case, just thinking about this perfect man made her sad, but she had to face reality.

The bar was a mix of neon lights and chaos, music loud and clamor widespread.

Serena Sutton was wearing a white slip dress, ordered two cocktails, sitting alone at the bar, feeling sowhat downcast.

That night, Dustin Shepherd was also depressed, he too didn’t go ho for the festival.

Not long after entering, among the hazy lights, he spotted her.

Knowing her, he couldn’t help but glance a few more tis, was she really alone? Quite bold, coming to a place like this.

Soon, two tattooed n who had been watching Serena Sutton for so ti, approached her with beer bottles.

"Hey girl, hanging out alone at the bar?" The man’s tone was full of amusent, his eyes practically stuck to Serena Sutton.