When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 591: The Child’s Gender

"Faye, Adrian." The old man put down his chopsticks, his expression serious.

Everyone’s eyes also fell on his face.

He picked up a warm wet towel beside him, gently wiped his lips, and said seriously—

"I feel that after all these years, it’s unreasonable to still pin your hopes on doctors."

Indeed, The Lancaster Family, with their wealth and influence, had long sought out renowned doctors for him, none of whom had managed to cure him.

"You need to have your own thoughts too. Treating a disease should lead to getting better and better," Grandpa emphasized, "If it can’t be cured, then cherish the ti being together."

Eliza Hayes dared not make a sound, she even looked away, feeling too guilty to et anyone’s eyes at the dining table.

"Grandpa," Adrian Lancaster said clearly, "Dad will definitely be absent this New Year’s Eve because this is his last hope. This team of renowned doctors has cases of curing vegetative patients, and they’ve worked day and night to create a new treatnt plan for him, which is already halfway under implentation."

This ti, Faye Turner also spoke up, standing firmly on her husband’s side, helping with the lie and persuading.

The couple took turns briefing Grandpa, giving him no chance to refute, and after much effort, the old man finally compromised, "Alright, alright, I’ll go along with you this ti! If there’s good news, you must tell imdiately!"

"We definitely will, Grandpa."

The old man then no longer insisted; Caleb Lancaster must be involved in this New Year’s dinner.

The young couple finally breathed a sigh of relief.

What Adrian Lancaster and Faye Turner didn’t know was that their aunt, lanie Lancaster, who was soon returning to the country, had discovered that the man in the wheelchair was not Caleb Lancaster.

So, this New Year was bound to be unusual.

After dinner, as night fell.

Grandpa pulled Faye Turner aside for tea and conversation, with topics circling around the child in her womb, "Faye, have you been doing the prenatal check-ups on ti?"

"Yes, Grandpa." She replied with a sweet smile, gently stroking her belly, the baby was kicking her stomach at that mont.

The old man was also very happy, "Adrian Lancaster is so busy, I always worry he might forget such an important matter, after all, he used to be such a workaholic."

How could it be?

Now, to Adrian Lancaster, Faye Turner’s very, very important. He set reminders for prenatal check-up dates on his phone and scheduled an alarm a day prior, and instructed Dustin Shepherd to clear his work schedule.

Faye Turner just smiled, her voice sweet as she asked, "How have you been doing lately, Grandpa?"

"Getting better and better!" The old man bead, "Waiting to hold the little baby! This body can’t give out!"

Faye Turner played chess with Grandpa, telling him, "Grandpa, it’s a baby girl, we did a test."

"A girl is great, we will raise her richly! Like a little princess!" Grandpa told her, "A girl is also legitimate and will be grood as a successor for Prestige Group! In our Lancaster Family, there’s no distinction between male and female! You shouldn’t worry about anything."

Hearing this, Faye felt her happiness doubled. Adrian used to always tell her that he loved both boys and girls and would give all love to the baby and her.

And now, even the relatively conservative Grandpa was so open-minded, giving her great reassurance.

She felt that this wealthy family was so wonderful it seed almost unreal.

Because in everyone’s impression, aren’t wealthy families full of issues?

Actually, it confirms the saying that the truer the wealthy family, the higher the class of people, the broader their outlook, and the more open-minded they are about everything.

There’s also a large number of people choosing a child-free DINK lifestyle and end up donating their assets when they age.

On the contrary, the more ordinary people are, the more they seem to want, treating their new daughters-in-law harshly to an extre, barely literate, yet always thinking they’re superior.