When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 713: About the Letters

As evening approached, Adrian Lancaster left work on ti.

Since Joy was born, he upgraded to being a dad, making as much ti as possible to accompany his wife and child, hardly ever working overti.

In the evening, outside the lobby of the main building, a Lamborghini was parked there.

Mr. Kerr stood by the car, glanced at his watch, estimating that President Lancaster was coming down soon; it was the sa ti every day.

Not far away, many journalists continued to surge forward, but they were stopped by dozens of bodyguards. The scene was bustling with people holding microphones.

Adrian Lancaster, dressed in a suit and tie, long legs striding out of the lobby, ignored this scene directly and got into the car with a stern face.

Regarding the matter of his aunt lanie Lancaster being taken away by the police, this was a family scandal that could not be shared; he would not make any response and had to consider his grandfather’s feelings.

When the journalists saw him, they beca excited, wanting to break through the crowd to interview, but how could they match the well-prepared bodyguards?

Soon, everyone could only watch as the Lamborghini drove away!

"Please go back! Don’t co tomorrow! President Lancaster said that he would not respond to anything about Miss Lancaster."

The journalists left disappointed after a long while.

Returning ho, Adrian Lancaster walked into the living room and saw his wife holding their daughter. He quickened his pace, a happy smile on his face, "Joy!"

"You’re back?" Faye Turner’s smile was sweet and beautiful.

"Is the baby asleep?" Whenever Adrian Lancaster returned ho, his heart would lt.

"Just fell asleep, not even three minutes ago." Her voice was soft, also afraid of disturbing the little one.

Adrian Lancaster reached out to her, "Let hold her."

"She’s not sleeping soundly yet."

He really wanted to give his daughter a kiss. A little over a month old, the baby’s subcutaneous fat was increasing, and the skin no longer had obvious wrinkles, looking rosy and tender.

With the warming temperature and the heating always on inside, the baby wasn’t wearing much.

Her cute little fingers were exposed, and Adrian Lancaster reached out and held them. The row of little fingers barely managed to grasp one of his fingers.

The baby’s nails were pink, already fully covering the nail beds.

This tiny little person, growing bit by bit, changing every day, just so cute and adorable.

Once Joy was in a deeper sleep, Faye Turner gently put her back in the cradle, with the nanny looking after her.

Then she took Adrian Lancaster’s hand, leading him upstairs, pulling him directly into the study.

"What’s wrong?" He had a feeling she needed to talk to him.

Faye Turner closed the study door, glanced at him, and then walked towards his desk.

Halting her steps in front of the desk, she turned her eyes towards him again, "Today, I accidentally discovered three letters in your drawer. Where did they co from?"

"..." So that’s what this is about?

Adrian Lancaster t his wife’s gaze and walked towards her.

He also knew that since Faye had asked, she must have guessed the origin of the letters.

"Yes," he confessed directly, "after taking dad away, I went back to that rental apartnt, originally intending to take so of his items."

Faye Turner looked at him seriously, listening as he continued—

"The door was ajar, the woman was no longer there, and three letters were left on the desk: one for , one for my mom, and the other for my dad."

He said, "At that ti, I felt a mix of emotions. What she took away wasn’t just my father, but also all my mom’s hopes and concerns, as well as my entire childhood."

"So... how could a letter or an apology make up for that?" ntioning this, Adrian Lancaster’s mood couldn’t be any worse, "She didn’t have the courage to face us again, but I took the letters anyway."

"Did you read the contents of the letter?" Faye Turner asked, as she speculated that he hadn’t read them.

Adrian Lancaster was never a particularly curious person.

"No."

Faye Turner thought for a mont and said to him, "I think... no matter what, those two letters should be given to the people they belong to, whether they read them or not is their choice."