When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 708: A Disgrace to the Family

Hearing these words, Adrian Lancaster grew even more furious, his deep and sharp gaze paused on her face for half a second—

"Do you admit that you are related to my dad’s car accident?!" This chilling voice seed to co from hell, demanding her life.

lanie Lancaster shuddered with fear and suddenly looked up!!

Their eyes t, aunt and nephew!

The old man sitting on the sofa with a cane heard this and his clouded eyes were filled with angry astonishnt! He looked disbelievingly at his daughter whom he had raised from a young age.

Adrian Lancaster didn’t actually need her to confess; he just wanted to tell her that he had already gathered enough evidence!

Sure enough, lanie Lancaster was scared!

Because Adrian Lancaster was determined to take her down, digging into the past again and again.

"Go to prison and accompany your son, stop harming others outside!" Saying this, Adrian Lancaster looked at the police, "Please take her away! Investigate according to the law! We will send the relevant materials over!"

"Yes, President Lancaster." The police already had so of the materials.

Just as two police officers were about to take over lanie Lancaster from Adrian Lancaster’s subordinates—

She, who never thought she would end up like this, was nearly driven mad by him—

"Adrian Lancaster, you’re slandering !!"

She struggled madly, screaming, roaring—

"You’ll die a horrible death! You’d do any dirty, disgusting thing to take over the company all for yourself! You’ve long conspired with the police just to remove from Prestige Group! You’re so despicable!"

Adrian Lancaster’s face grew even uglier, he had no interest in wasting words with her!

The police forcibly took lanie Lancaster away, she cursed like a madwoman, with a bit of a reckless feeling.

From beginning to end, the old man didn’t say a word; he always stood on the side of justice.

Even when dragged to the yard, people in the living room could still hear lanie Lancaster’s hoarse screaming—

"Adrian Lancaster! You’re so cruel!! I won’t let you go! Lock up for life if you can! When I get out, I’ll destroy you!"

At this mont, the old man, sitting on the sofa with a cane, heard this, and his breathing beca tight with anger, almost suffocating!

This woman is truly hateful!

Until the police car drove away and that nauseating voice disappeared into the night, the entire old mansion finally got so peace.

Adrian Lancaster collected his emotions, turned around, and walked to the old man, squatted down beside his grandfather, grasped his hand sadly, and looked up softly calling, "Grandpa..."

He saw tears welling up in his grandfather’s eyes.

How could the old man not feel heartache watching the child he raised with his own hands turn out like this?

"Co on, Adrian, let’s go see your mother." As he spoke, the old man stood up.

He raised his hand to wipe his tears, collected his bad mood, and walked towards the stairs, "What a misfortune for the family, to produce such a scoundrel."

Adrian Lancaster didn’t know how to respond, there was nothing else he could have done.

He must protect those he cares about, in The Lancaster Family, such malicious people cannot be allowed to exist.

He quickly stepped forward to support the old man, accompanying his grandfather upstairs, wanting to say sorry to grandpa, but he didn’t know what he had done wrong.

At this mont, in the master bedroom upstairs, the atmosphere was extrely tense.

The servants were on edge, worriedly watching the scene, unable to help at all.

Eliza Hayes lay weakly on the bed, her breathing sowhat labored, after all, the scissors had stabbed quite deep, both hands tightly gripping the bedsheet.

Earlier the doctor had decided on a plan and pulled out the scissors.

Even with anesthesia, the pain was unbearable for ordinary people, and beyond the pain, there was more fear.

When Adrian Lancaster and the old man ca in, two doctors were already helping to stitch up her wound.

Yet the scene was also very eerie; the bedsheet was stained with fresh blood.

For the first ti, Adrian Lancaster’s heart was hanging high for his mother, feeling imnse pain for her.