When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 461: Remorse

Eliza Hayes imdiately collapsed by the bedside, her eyes wide open, feeling a ringing in her ears, and then the whole world went silent.

When she managed to gather her scattered thoughts and gradually ca to her senses, she seized the mont when he was drunk but not asleep, and with a heavy heart asked him, "Where is Caleb Lancaster?"

"Hahahaha..."

"I’m asking you, where is Caleb Lancaster?"

"He’s been... hidden by since before Adrian was born." Victor Peterson lay on the bed, eyes closed, face flushed, sprawled in all directions, his joy evident. He had made two hundred million on this project, and was drunk.

"Where is he hidden?" she murmured, feeling every cell in her body tremble. She was afraid to hear the bad news.

It’s been years, not a word.

The man on the bed mumbled incoherently, "It’s just that the company’s execs are capable, otherwise the company... I couldn’t have managed it."

Eliza Hayes already thought of that horrible car accident when she was six months pregnant with Adrian!

Caleb had been seriously injured, his face hurt, and stayed in the hospital for two months.

She suddenly deduced that it was then that Victor Peterson had undergone slight facial adjustnts, taking the place of Caleb lying in the hospital.

"Where is Caleb?" she restrained her excitent, "Quickly tell , where is Caleb?!" She felt like she was going crazy.

But the man on the bed, like a dead pig, fell into a deep sleep and started snoring.

Other than herself, originally only Nanny Warren knew about this, but now she had told it all to Faye Turner.

After listening, Faye Turner couldn’t calm down for a long ti.

She could guess the rest of the story, in revenge, the mother-in-law had left this impostor man disabled.

The story was over, but Faye Turner had a question, "How are you certain Adrian is Victor Peterson’s child, and not Mr. Lancaster’s?"

"Because..." She began to recall —

"Because the next morning, when I questioned him again, he not only wasn’t flustered, he even claid the son was his, the company was his."

"I was so angry and confused, he threw a record of Caleb’s infertility diagnosis at ."

"At that ti... at that ti my head was full of hatred, plus I did sleep with him many tis, so..." Eliza Hayes couldn’t go on, she hated herself to death.

Faye Turner found it hard to describe her feelings at that mont.

"You’re not innocent." She looked at her and drew a conclusion, "Adrian is the most innocent, followed by Mr. Lancaster."

Yet at the sa ti, Faye Turner also really wanted to know, "Where is Mr. Lancaster?"

This was what troubled Eliza Hayes the most.

She looked full of sorrow, shook her head enduring the heartache, "I don’t know, I’ve asked him countless tis, he first said Hidden him away, later he said... Caleb is dead..."

These words made Faye Turner’s chest tighten suddenly.

Though she wasn’t a witness to these events, she had a strong premonition, "Have you ever thought... Mr. Lancaster might still be alive?"

Of course, this is a beautiful thought.

It’s what Eliza Hayes especially, especially hoped for.

But the possibility was very slim...

After all, if Victor Peterson wanted to take over this position completely, he wouldn’t leave any hazards, he had a criminal background.

"In all the years I’ve tornted him, I’ve never been able to force out Caleb’s whereabouts..."

Eliza Hayes was extrely remorseful, "I really wish I could kill him! But I don’t want him to die easily, I want to torture him!"

Faye Turner had never seen such deep resentnt in soone’s eyes, she gritted her teeth and said —

"Make him hurt every day as if thousands of ants were gnawing inside his body, but unable to make a sound..."

Faye Turner’s heart was in turmoil, this sad story, she seed to have beco a witness herself, her whole mood shrouded in sorrow.

"It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have gone to the bar to get drunk, if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have t this trash..."