When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 453: Whoever Loves Me, I Love

"Do you think I can’t see my daughter?" Dylan Shaw was still trying to insist, wanting to take her away. The atmosphere had already reached this point, and he didn’t want to back down and seem cowardly.

Adrian Lancaster didn’t say a word, withdrew his gaze, and continued reading his book.

Faye Turner didn’t greet him either. Although they were good friends back in school, she was firmly standing by her best friend’s side now.

Besides, a man who cheats is unforgivable.

Rachel Sherman withdrew her gaze and sipped her coffee, indicating she didn’t intend to engage with him further.

This made Dylan Shaw feel a bit awkward and sowhat angry, but he couldn’t forcibly do anything because he was wary of Adrian Lancaster being there.

Thus, he could only retreat like a clown, awkwardly.

"Rachel, does he often co looking for you?" Faye Turner couldn’t help but feel worried after a while.

Because the way he was acting just now clearly looked like he was there to cause trouble, using the daughter as an excuse.

"Not really." Rachel covered up with a smile, not wanting her good friend to worry too much.

Faye Turner offered that if she ever needed help, she could always co to her and Adrian, and Adrian Lancaster nodded, "Yes, feel free to reach out to us anyti."

Because Rachel was Faye’s friend, Adrian Lancaster also considered her a friend.

This moved Rachel very much.

Soon it was lunchti; the three of them arranged to have a al together. Rachel insisted on paying, saying it was her treat to thank them.

After lunch, Adrian Lancaster drove Faye Turner ho. He was driving, and she was in the passenger seat when her phone’s WeChat notification sound pinged.

Her classmate from the paternity testing center sent a ssage, and Faye held her breath as she opened it to see the result—

The hair test result showed no blood relation, aning it ruled out Nanny Warren as Adrian Lancaster’s biological mother.

However, the toothbrush test result showed that one of the toothbrushes had a blood relation with the previously saved Sample A.

Faye felt her blood freeze; Eliza Hayes is Adrian Lancaster’s biological mother.

She stared at the information and read it three tis, committing every single word to mory—how could a biological mother be so cold-blooded?

"What’s wrong?" Although Adrian Lancaster was driving, he noticed her slight distraction.

Faye calmly deleted the ssage, turned her gaze with a smile, "A group ssage asking to like their post on the circle of friends, it’s so boring, haven’t contacted in centuries."

Adrian wasn’t suspicious, he just chuckled, "When there’s no contact for a long ti, it’s either for likes or for borrowing money."

He continued driving her ho, recalling what Grandpa had instructed, then said, "Honey, about Sienna Dawson showing up at Grandpa’s house this morning, it wasn’t his idea, it was my mom who called her over."

Faye had guessed it long ago. How could it be Grandpa’s idea?

She smiled and turned to ask, "It seems your mom really doesn’t like , because I know dicine and she doesn’t want to cure your dad, huh?"

Adrian also thought so, so when his wife brought it up, he didn’t deny it.

Faye chuckled, "Don’t worry, I’m determined to cure him!"

The man turned his gaze, "I support you."

Now he stood on the sa front with his wife, resisting this mother, Eliza Vance, strongly.

For soone who doesn’t love him, there’s no need to face them warmly when all they offer is coldness; love, friendship, and family are all the sa.

It was evening.

The old man hadn’t cald down, and he didn’t co downstairs for dinner, seeing Eliza Hayes just irritated him.

The servants at ho were worried about his health, but no one dared to go up to call him.

"Madam..."

The butler pinned his hopes on Eliza Hayes, "Should we bring so food to the old gentleman? But he ordered that no one was allowed to disturb him; he didn’t even have lunch, and if he skips dinner, I fear... his body won’t withstand it."

Eliza Hayes knew well; Grandpa was still angry.

She waved her hand, "I’ll bring it up later." The butler slightly bowed and then turned to leave.

About half an hour later, after washing her hands in the bathroom and looking in the mirror, her cheeks were still swollen, causing her a bit of sadness.

Once trust collapses, rebuilding it is extrely difficult.

She truly cares about the old man, worried about his health, so she’s planning to bring him food, even if it ans enduring another round of scolding.

The tap water kept flowing, and it took her a long while to snap out of it. While drying her hands, she unintentionally noticed that the cup for holding toothbrushes was empty.

She couldn’t help but feel a little puzzled, where did the toothbrush go?