When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 414: Here with a Purpose

The old man quickly understood her aning and her concerns, "The SereniTea House, is that okay?"

"Fine."

The two chatted a bit more, and before leaving, Faye Turner ntioned sothing to Director Nancy Jennings.

"Go on, go on, be safe."

"Okay."

In the ancient and quiet old house, in the yard in front of the main villa, the leaves of the camphor tree swayed in the wind, rustling.

By the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, Eliza Hayes sat in an armchair, watching the door since early morning, waiting for the master to descend the mountain.

Hours passed by, but he still hadn’t co in.

Instead, she saw the old man getting into a car; in the yard, the driver opened the car door for him.

Eliza’s eyes narrowed, and her whole body froze as she hastily rushed downstairs, but the car was already gone!

Grandpa left??

She stood frozen in place, thinking, what if the master cos down the mountain??

About ten minutes later.

Uncle Lane drove Faye Turner to The SereniTea House; as she got out of the car, she felt Uncle Lane was hesitating to speak.

Faye Turner smiled slightly, "You can report to Adrian, that I’m here to see Grandpa."

"Mrs., I am just concerned about your safety," Uncle Lane said apologetically, "It is not mandatory to report."

"I know, but there’s nothing to worry about with Grandpa; he loves Adrian very much, he wouldn’t harm ," Faye sighed lightly, thinking Adrian Lancaster was truly suspicious.

He even guarded against Grandpa.

But it also showed that he cared much about her and the child.

"Mrs., if you need anything, call , I’ll be here waiting."

"Okay," Faye looked at him gratefully, then turned and headed towards the tea house.

Since the old house was closer, Grandpa arrived earlier.

After going upstairs, Faye arrived at the agreed private room door.

Today, in this tea room, she was going to do sothing; this was the purpose of her trip.

"Hello, Miss. The old gentleman is inside," at the door, the bodyguard bowed in greeting, then opened the door for her.

"Thank you," she replied softly.

"Faye."

Seeing the girl entering from the door, the old man was full of affection, quickly stepped forward to hold her by the shoulders, looking her over.

Faye smiled, eting the old man’s gaze, "Grandpa."

The old man sighed heavily, hugging her with heartache, "Faye... you’ve suffered, that Adrian Lancaster, when Grandpa sees him, he’ll surely give him a stern talking to!"

The girl was deeply touched, her nose tingled, "Grandpa."

"You’ve been wronged, marrying into our Lancaster Family, often being the subject of dia stories," the old man said, holding her shoulders, his heart aching, "Have you lost weight recently?"

Not wanting Grandpa to worry, she bead, shaking her head, "Just an optical illusion, I weighed myself just this morning, recently keeping up with nutrition, I even gained three pounds."

"Gaining weight is good, a little weight is healthy, co, co, sit down."

"Grandpa, I’ve recently learned a massage technique," she ca with a mission, "I’d like to give you a head massage."

"No need for you to do that," he genuinely cared for her, "Such things the household staff can handle, co, co, let’s have tea together."

But without the massage, how could she take a sample for the DNA test?

Today, she was determined to take a strand of Grandpa’s hair.

Yes, to unravel these complex relationships, she decided to compare everyone’s DNA with Adrian Lancaster’s.

Mrs. Lancaster was taking on the route of Sherlock Hols.

"Grandpa, let try, see if my technique is skilled? You can help judge," Faye coaxed him, moving behind to lightly press his shoulders, letting him sit in the chair, "It’s no trouble at all, I just want to serve Grandpa."

As she finished speaking, she imdiately got to work, her fingers gently pressing on the old man’s scalp.