When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 781: All Kindhearted People

Soon, the nanny ca out with a bag. "Mr. Lancaster, please give the child to , I’ll hold her." She said, taking June from Adrian Lancaster’s hands.

Faye Turner handed Joy to Adrian and hurriedly helped the nanny with the bags, then took her into the elevator. "Auntie, they must have watched the news today and know that Rachel Sherman isn’t in Argent recently."

"Yes, it’s terrifying, directly snatching children." The nanny couldn’t bear such responsibility, but now she was finally relieved, there shouldn’t be any more danger.

"Don’t tell Rachel about today’s events just yet, she’s really busy outside these days." Faye reminded, "Wait until she cos back safely to discuss anything."

"Mm-hmm, okay, I understand, thank you, Miss Turner, for reminding ."

After going downstairs, Faye Turner took the nanny to the Lamborghini.

Adrian Lancaster drove the car, handing Joy back to Faye, the little baby looked as beautiful as a doll.

Both children were particularly adorable, each at different stages of life.

June was already over a year old, lively and active, and had grown a few teeth—

"Auntie, Auntie, Auntie..." She called joyfully when she spotted Faye, pronouncing clearly.

"June is such a good girl." Faye couldn’t help but smile, reaching out to tease her, "June, hey, look over here, this way!"

The nanny sat in the car, feeling sowhat restrained, but her heart was filled with gratitude.

The Fletcher Family’s large villa, surrounded by lush greenery, was extrely elegant.

After drinking the herbal dicine Faye prescribed, Granny Hughes felt significantly better and wasn’t as lethargic, her spirit visibly improved.

However, the worry and longing in her heart only grew stronger, often lost in thought alone for half the day.

With Granny Hughes’s health not being a major concern, Mrs. Fletcher was less anxious.

Downstairs, in the spacious, retro-style living room, she sat down on the sofa, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV, which was showing news about the typhoon.

Hos destroyed, trees felled, floods surged, leaving people destitute.

The person on the screen was Rachel Sherman, struggling to speak against the strong winds.

Her hair disheveled, clothes flapping wildly, barely steady by the car door, yet still determined to bring the news to everyone—

"We’ve just passed through, the water level has reached knee-deep, all the trees over there have fallen, and about 200,000 households in Oakhaven have lost power. The future path of the typhoon remains uncertain, so everyone must stay safe..."

She almost shouted, as the wind was so loud.

Seeing this scene, Mrs. Fletcher couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache, her elegant brows furrowed.

She saw Mr. Fletcher coming downstairs, picking up the remote to turn off the TV, and the living room fell into silence.

Mr. Fletcher paused briefly before continuing down.

Actually, he had also seen that it was Rachel on the TV just now, "Why’d you turn it off? I saw it all."

"Do you know when the first ti I t Rachel was?" The woman on the sofa looked up at him, softly asking.

"Wasn’t it the day she ca back with Chase? No? It wasn’t?"

"No." Mrs. Fletcher replied.

Mr. Fletcher was slightly taken aback, curiously looking at his wife, waiting for her answer.

Mrs. Fletcher told him—

"It was before that, a woman staged an accident, throwing herself at our car, braking so hard that the car almost flew off. After the driver got out, they were sward by a relentless demand for compensation."

Mr. Fletcher listened with a surge of anger, who’d pull such a stunt?