When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 537: Victor Peterson Trembles with Fear

The bedroom door was open, with three dical staff inside who had just completed his full-body examination. Today’s condition showed a bit of improvent over yesterday, which made everyone quite happy.

The dical staff patiently recorded today’s recovery progress in a notebook and reported to President Lancaster every three days.

Victor Peterson, dressed in a custom navy sweater, sat in an expensive wheelchair, his head still tilted, looking very frail.

He didn’t want to tell anyone that he was almost recovered because he knew very well that he was not yet strong.

He feared that Eliza Hayes would find out and kill him before he fully recovered.

When Adrian Lancaster entered, Victor Peterson was facing away from him in the wheelchair, hearing footsteps but unable to discern who had co.

"Hello, President." It was only when everyone in the room stopped their tasks and respectfully greeted at the door.

He realized his precious son had arrived.

Having his son to contend with Eliza Hayes had allowed him to recover to this state.

"Everyone, leave." Adrian Lancaster’s voice lacked warmth, with cold eyes fixed on the back of the man in the wheelchair.

The dical staff sensed an unusual atmosphere today, originally intending to report Mr. Lancaster’s recovery, but none spoke, halting their work and stepping away.

Victor Peterson sensed sothing amiss, listening to the footsteps approaching him, each step carrying heavy pressure.

He held his breath, hearing the footsteps get closer, seeing a tall, slender figure pass by and then stand before him.

Adrian Lancaster’s poised handso face held cold eyes staring at him, "..."

He heard from Faye Turner that this man could currently stand up, his neck had strength, and he could speak!

But he was always pretending!

This man was not his father! If it weren’t for his presence, The Lancaster Family wouldn’t be in this state today!

His mother wouldn’t hate him for twenty years!

Thus, Adrian Lancaster was filled with hatred toward him, but he tried to control it because his father was still missing.

Victor Peterson didn’t know Adrian Lancaster’s intention but could feel the chill emanating from him as he slowly raised his head, seemingly exerting all his strength, his neck even trembling as he finally t his gaze.

Profound, chilling!

Adrian Lancaster watched his act, a rage rising within him, "Where is my dad?"

The five short words sent shivers down Victor Peterson’s spine. Did he know? Did he know everything? Did Faye Turner tell him in advance?

Adrian Lancaster didn’t wait for his answer, squatted in front of him, and directly pulled out a knife, pressing it against his neck!

Victor Peterson was caught off guard, his pupils dilating, suddenly afraid to move, only feeling the icy chill seep into his bones from his neck!

"Speak." Adrian Lancaster demanded in a low voice, "Was the car accident your doing?"

Victor Peterson was startled, how did such a heavy accusation fall on him??

He wanted to shake his head, but his neck didn’t dare to move, "No, no, no... it wasn’t ..." His voice carrying the hoarseness of a recent recovery and panic.

Adrian Lancaster’s sharp insight never wavered as he stared at him, as if trying to see through him. It is said that eyes are the windows to the soul.

"Truly, truly it wasn’t ..." Victor Peterson was truly fearful, worried he might perish here.

The knife in Adrian Lancaster’s hand remained firmly against his throat, a mont of carelessness and its sharp blade would cut into his flesh.

"Regarding my father’s car accident, tell everything you know." Adrian Lancaster’s cold voice was full of threats, "If you utter a single falsehood, I’ll take your life!"