When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 391: Mother Is Committing a Crime

Caleb Lancaster’s face was sowhat pale. He weakly opened his eyes, trying to see the scenery ahead clearly.

Such blue skies and white clouds might be ordinary for most people, but for him, they were a luxury.

"Dad, Adrian said he would co to see you tomorrow afternoon."

Faye Turner, while pushing the wheelchair, spoke softly, "He’s been really busy lately, I hope you won’t bla him."

"If Adrian knew that your health started improving after stopping the dication, he would certainly be very happy."

"Dad, it’s autumn now. Although it’s a desolate season, it also ans that spring is not far away."

Faye was not speaking incessantly; her voice was gentle and soft, as if reporting to him or keeping him company.

She talked about the child in her belly, telling him that the prenatal check-up results were good.

She also talked about Grandpa’s health... She thought, Mr. Lancaster must also be very concerned about his father, right?

In short, Faye wanted to slowly penetrate into this man’s heart, to win his trust and then get him to cooperate with the treatnt.

In the yard, there were still bodyguards every few ters, guarding the peace and safety here.

Faye couldn’t help but think back to what Nanny Warren told her this morning.

Although she didn’t witness everything that happened at the old manor that day.

But just recalling Nanny Warren’s words made her feel alard and frightened; soone had hit another person and even hit his mother.

Faye did not expect Adrian Lancaster to stand up for her like that.

After pushing Caleb Lancaster around the yard once, she smiled at the servant when she returned to the living room, "Go fetch the comb, the wind today ssed up Dad’s hair, let help him tidy it up."

"Okay, ma’am."

Soon, the servant brought the comb, "Ma’am, let do it? You can rest for a while."

"No need." She reached out to the servant, "Give the comb."

"Okay, then I’ll go make so tea."

"Hmm."

Taking the comb, she started helping Caleb Lancaster comb his hair very carefully and seriously, mastering the strength of her movents well.

"Dad, let massage your scalp, maybe you’ll feel a bit more comfortable." Faye then handed the comb to another servant and used a professional technique to gently massage his scalp.

Caleb Lancaster sat slumped in the wheelchair, slowly closing his eyes, whether he was enjoying it or not, there was no sign of pain on his face.

After massaging him for about five minutes, Faye told the servant, "Take Dad upstairs to rest."

"Yes, ma’am."

Hence, Faye stepped back, giving space.

The two servants carefully took the wheelchair and pushed him towards the elevator.

Faye stood at the spot she was just at, watching the elevator doors open with a smile, seeing the wheelchair being pushed in, and then watching the doors close.

She then redirected her gaze to the ground, where she saw several strands of hair clearly on the carpet. She bent down to pick them up, "Bring a sealable bag."

"Yes."

Soon, a square transparent bag was handed to her. She carefully put the hair inside and then placed the bag into her pocket.

At that mont, Adrian Lancaster was in his office at the company, looking at the dication test report in the email.

The result was exactly as he and Faye had anticipated.

Mother is committing a cri!

She is ignoring the law!

Adrian Lancaster’s profound features were fixed on the words "prohibited substances," his eyes cold and dark like an ancient well!

He printed out these docunts directly, his face cold as he put them into a bag, preparing to go back once he finished work.

At the Lockwood Old Manor.

At that mont, Nanny Warren was being coldly questioned by Eliza Hayes, "Where did you go and who did you et during those two hours you left?!"