When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 473: Seeking Help

Tonight’s dinner atmosphere was quite good; the old man discerned Eliza’s thoughts, so he and Faye Turner worked together to lighten the mood around Adrian Lancaster, preventing it from becoming too dull.

Eliza Hayes personally ladled soup for her son and daughter-in-law, "Here, have so soup, it’s good for your health."

"Thank you, Mom." Faye Turner was completely relieved, hurriedly reaching out to take the bowl.

When she learned about that tragic story, she also began to try to understand her. Faye is very kind and always empathetic.

Adrian Lancaster remained silent, focused on eating.

Grandfather observed all this, seeing Faye quietly making efforts, trying hard to ease the mother-son relationship. Grandfather was deeply moved.

And Eliza felt grateful towards her; her gaze towards her daughter-in-law was now tinged with softness.

As night fell, dinner ended.

Leaving the old house, Mr. Kerr drove, and like when they ca, Faye sat beside Adrian Lancaster.

Only this ti, she didn’t hold his arm, instead she turned and looked at his flawless facial features. He was slightly turned, looking out the window... with his brows slightly furrowed, as if lost in thought.

She sensed the coldness and lancholy emanating from him.

Looking at him like this, Faye Turner wasn’t sure what to say for a mont.

Until the car was almost ho, Adrian Lancaster softly asked, "Why has my mom suddenly changed like this?"

A question broke the silence; he didn’t turn to look, still gazing out the car window, as if he had long sensed her gaze.

Faye felt that deep down, he still yearned for motherly love; after all, it’s human instinct.

She held his hand gently and answered quietly, "Because she realizes she was wrong, and she wants to make things right with you."

Adrian Lancaster faintly smiled, as if not believing it at all, but he said nothing more.

"Adrian, she’s really changing."

"..."

Faye knew that hard persuasion was useless; it needed ti, and her mother-in-law still had to make infinite efforts.

But today was already very good. He was willing to go back with her and even ate the dumplings and drank the soup his mother served personally.

Things will get better, gradually.

The next morning.

In the CEO office of Prestige Group, Adrian Lancaster, clad in a custom black handmade suit, stepped in with steady and powerful strides.

Not even five minutes later, the phone rang. He took it out to check the caller ID, a bit curious.

Yet he quickly answered, "Mr. Fletcher."

"Adrian, I’m downstairs at your company, and the receptionist said I can’t see you without an appointnt, but I really have sothing I’d like to discuss with you in person."

"I’ll be right down." With that, he hung up the phone and then called the reception to arrange for Mr. Fletcher to be led into the lounge.

After replying to an urgent email, Adrian Lancaster stood and headed downstairs.

On the first floor of the main building, in a high-end guest room.

Mr. Fletcher, in his fifties, wearing a neatly pressed suit, had an air of handsoness marked by traces of ti, yet his back was still straight, his figure still imposing.

While waiting for Adrian Lancaster, his expression was sowhat grave and deep.

Tea had already been brewed by the staff on the coffee table.

Soon, footsteps were heard approaching the door; Adrian Lancaster stepped in, "Mr. Fletcher."

"Adrian." The man was sowhat anxious as he got straight to the point, "I’m here about Kylie. I understand how precious your ti is, especially without an appointnt."

"Mm, go ahead." Approaching the middle-aged man, Adrian Lancaster gestured, "Please have a seat."

Then the two of them sat down on the curved sofa, Adrian Lancaster leaning forward to personally pour him so tea.

"I don’t want her to enter the entertainnt industry, but from what I know, many film companies have been trying to sign her lately. Could you perhaps help convince her?"

Seeing the anxious expression on Mr. Fletcher’s face, Adrian Lancaster smiled, "I thought it was sothing serious, Mr. Fletcher. Regarding this matter, I actually have my own views."