When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 254: Voluntarily Mentioning Family Matters

Faye Turner was also puzzled, but she couldn’t figure out the reason, because she had never lived in this family since she was a child.

He, who was always calm and composed, suddenly felt a bit fragile, "Why would she do that?!" There was a hint of hatred in his tone.

Faye could sense the deep, tearing pain in Adrian Lancaster’s heart, and her feelings were indescribable. She really wanted to help him.

After a long while, Adrian Lancaster slowly raised his eyes, looked at her again, and softly asked, "Why didn’t you say sothing earlier?"

"Because... if your mother hadn’t invited today, if you hadn’t overheard my conversation with her, you probably wouldn’t have believed what I said—it’s just too outrageous."

Clearly, that night she asked him whether he trusted her... she had sothing to say, but he misunderstood her aning.

Adrian Lancaster suddenly felt a bit regretful. Compared to Faye Turner’s sincerity, he felt like a complete jerk, always being on guard against her.

And she truly wanted to live a life with him.

Even being pregnant, as long as she could help him, she would forge ahead bravely, disregarding her own safety.

At this mont, Adrian Lancaster believed her words. He was worried about his father’s illness, "Do you have a way to cure my father? Is there still hope?"

The girl t the man’s deep gaze, but she did not give a definite answer.

Because in front of them were nurous obstacles. They both knew that even eting his father was difficult, so how could they treat him?

Adrian Lancaster let out a heavy sigh, his voice a bit hoarse, "It’s the first ti I’ve realized how powerless I am."

"Don’t bla yourself; this isn’t sothing you caused, and you don’t need to bear it."

He asked again, "Is there a way to cure it?"

"It’s a long process," Faye Turner answered truthfully, "If there’s a way to get him out of the old house and have him fully receive my treatnt, with no other interference, it’s not impossible to cure him. It’s really worth a try."

But currently, even the first step was very difficult.

Adrian Lancaster was reluctant to believe, "How could my mom not want him to get better? This matter is too absurd, even Grandpa wouldn’t believe it."

"This matter can’t be told to Grandpa," Faye Turner was very lucid, "The situation is already complicated enough; you can’t even accept it. I’m afraid it would upset Grandpa to the point of making him sick."

"Of course," Adrian Lancaster agreed, "Now is not the ti." It was best to bide their ti and then discuss a counterasure.

The couple just stared at each other, and Faye saw a rare fragility in his eyes.

After a while, he suddenly spoke with so hurt, "Do you believe it? I actually know very little about my mom, but I know very well that she’s risking her life to love my dad. I always thought she loved him very, very much."

Faye Turner was also puzzled—

It’s said that there are no dutiful children in front of a long-sickbed. Caring for a vegetative person for so many years, without handing it over to maids, personally looking after him for so many years, and keeping him clean without a trace of odor—it’s quite rare.

"Grandpa has advised her countless tis over the years to remarry, even arranging a few matchmaking sessions for her," Adrian Lancaster uncharacteristically brought up family matters, "But she always refused, saying she wanted to take care of my dad until the end."

Is this love or hate?

Faye Turner was also pondering this question. Could it be that Mrs. Lancaster found pleasure in torturing Mr. Lancaster? Has this love... beco warped?

"I’ve seen photos of my parents," Adrian Lancaster took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh, a touch of bitterness rising in his heart, "They were truly in love, each other’s first love. After my dad fell ill, my mom was so devastated that she hard herself multiple tis and was sent to the hospital several tis."

Hearing this, Faye Turner was even more confused. Could it be that her judgnt was wrong?