When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 521: The Smart and Attentive Mrs. Lancaster

An airplane landed safely at the Vancouver airport.

Eliza Hayes and two of her subordinates disembarked with the other passengers; it was her first trip abroad in nearly 20 years.

The fully automated electronic customs scanning and luggage retrieval were extrely convenient; as Caleb Lancaster’s wife, her English proficiency was quite decent.

The town they were heading to was called Gibsons.

This is a stunning harbor town belonging to Vancouver.

With a good climate and very livable conditions, the town is ho to many artists and craft shops, offering the slow-paced lifestyle that wealthy individuals yearn for.

From the currently gathered information, the attending physician at the ti, Wyatt Lane, had immigrated here three months after Mr. Lancaster’s car accident.

Eliza Hayes obtained the specific address; she was on a mission and wasn’t sure if he would et with her, but she had to find him first.

anwhile, in Argent, Faye Turner wasn’t idle.

That day, she took Drake and Tiger to the mall to buy so things, and once again drove to Gale Peterson’s house.

They arrived at the dilapidated alley, with more than half of the houses empty and uninhabited.

The door was still opened by his elderly father.

Seeing the two n and one woman outside, the elder was mildly surprised; these people had co yesterday, why were they here again today?

"Grandpa." Faye Turner smiled sweetly, carrying two bags in her hands, "We specifically ca to see you today; we were in a hurry yesterday and brought nothing, apologies."

Drake and Tiger also carried bags, though they were two big n, they wore kind expressions.

The old man, leaning on his cane, looked at them shakily.

Faye Turner smiled and sidestepped inside, and Drake and Tiger also carried their bags inside.

The elder turned around with his cane, looking at them in confusion yet moved.

These were so daily essentials: rice, oil, noodles, at, and other groceries.

All of which the old man could use in daily life.

After placing the items, Drake and Tiger turned to leave, waiting outside to avoid giving the elder a sense of pressure.

"Grandpa."

Faye Turner could understand the grief of losing an adult child and felt saddened herself seeing the photos on the wall.

Without disdain, she held the old man’s hand, catching a faint peculiar sll from him as she approached.

The elder raised his eyes slowly to look at her, feeling touched, "Young lady, what’s your na?"

"My na is Faye Turner," the girl replied sincerely, then turned her gaze to the photos on the wall, "Originally, I wanted to see Uncle Gable."

"Sit down, child." The elder gently withdrew his calloused hand from the young lady’s palm.

Then, leaning on his cane, he turned to move chairs.

Seeing this, Faye quickly stepped forward, "Grandpa! Let do it!" As soon as the words left her mouth, her hands were touching two chairs.

Easily, she moved the chairs under the window, "Grandpa, please sit."

"Young lady, do you eat peaches?" the elderly man asked, "I have a few peaches here." He had been reluctant to eat them, and his teeth weren’t in good condition.

"Thank you, Grandpa, but I won’t eat them; I just had a al before coming, my stomach is quite full." Saying this, Faye went to help him, "I’ll sit with you for a while, co on, be careful."

Since his son passed away, the old man had been very lonely.

Today, finally soone was here to talk with him, and his depressed mood noticeably improved.

Faye Turner sat with the elder in the chair, naturally the topic moved to Gale Peterson, Faye first comforted the old man, saying the deceased could not be brought back and advised him to mourn.

Then, she patiently listened to the elder’s stories for half an hour.

Finally, Faye cautiously asked, "Did Uncle Gable have his own room? Like for personal belongings or books?"

"There’s a room on the third floor that was his; it’s been locked for years, since his student days, with all kinds of files, notes, plans, and favorite books stored inside, untouched by anyone; I never went in."

Hearing this, Faye seed to see hope, "So after he passed... did you help deal with his things?"

The elder shook his head and sighed, "I haven’t been able to; there’s too much stuff, haven’t found the ti yet, thinking to burn so for him soday."