When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 709: Forcing the Car to Stop

Faye Turner was also helping on the side, and Dr. Aiken was there too...

At this mont, Caleb Lancaster, after getting an injection and taking dicine, was forced into a state of unconsciousness. Carrying worries about his wife, he had already fallen into a deep sleep in the next room.

Because there was a baby in the house, Adrian Lancaster and Faye Turner returned tonight, albeit a bit late. They only left after everything was settled with Eliza Hayes, including dressing her wounds and administering an IV.

"Go back now, children," she urged her son and daughter-in-law, "Mom is fine now. You two hurry back, otherwise Joy will cry if she can’t sll her mother’s scent."

Thus, Adrian Lancaster held his wife’s hand, said goodnight to his mother in the room, and then turned to leave.

The Lamborghini drove away.

The Lockwood Old Manor had only a faint light in the study, the glow of a desk lamp.

It was late at night, and the old man sat at the desk, his brows tightly furrowed, completely sleepless.

Too many things happened tonight, very suddenly and unexpectedly, and they were all distressing.

At this mont, his greatest concern was Eliza Vance’s health.

After all, the daughter-in-law was not young anymore. At over fifty, recovering from such a deep cut wouldn’t be as easy as for a young person, and might even leave a chronic condition.

Ten stitches, and the wound was deep... It was painful to even look at.

And then there was the hatred towards lanie Lancaster. Yes, hatred, not regret.

The old man recalled the bits and pieces over the years, and he couldn’t understand how he raised such a disappointing daughter.

Truly, from childhood till now, he always treated her as his own daughter with affection.

The next morning.

The news of lanie Lancaster’s imprisonnt sohow reached the dia, but to verify or dig out more information, countless reporters besieged the entrance of the Prestige Group.

The Lamborghini hadn’t even stopped yet, it was slowly driving towards them when the reporters spotted it and sward around to block it.

Eventually, they managed to force the car to the stop.

Mr. Kerr stepped on the brakes, glanced at the man sitting in the back seat, "..." President Lancaster’s face was very grim.

Adrian Lancaster had returned ho very late last night, and couldn’t sleep after returning, so...

He closed his eyes and rubbed his aching temples, his ears buzzing noisily.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw countless reporters surrounding the car outside the closed window. They were holding microphones, their mouths opening and closing non-stop.

He couldn’t hear what they were asking at all, but he could sense that today’s topic was related to that despicable woman.

"President Lancaster! Is it true that your aunt Miss Lancaster was taken away by the police last night?"

"President Lancaster! What was the reason for lanie Lancaster being taken away?"

"President Lancaster, we heard there was a murder at the Lockwood Old Manor last night? Who exactly got injured? What was the cause of the incident? We heard the police were alard!"

"President Lancaster, can you open the car window and respond? The outside world is very concerned about this matter! Just for a minute! It will only take a minute of your ti!"

"President Lancaster, if you don’t respond, the outside world will speculate with all kinds of versions! By then it will definitely affect the Lancaster Family’s reputation! Please respond!"

Reporters had stopped the car, so they were all knocking on the car window.

Soon, a group of bodyguards arrived, forcibly clearing away the reporters around the car, pushing them aside with significant force, but not too roughly.

Sitting in the back seat, Adrian Lancaster was very troubled, rubbed his forehead, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Kerr, drive."

"Yes."

Mr. Kerr gently stepped on the accelerator again, and the car slowly moved forward. The reporters understood that President Lancaster had no intention of granting an interview today, and forcing it wouldn’t work.