When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 873: Hatred Strong Enough to Devour

Adrian Lancaster’s vision blurred, trembling with grief and fury, "Yes." His voice choked, and as he took the bracelet, he felt himself suffocating.

This only further confird that the one thrown into the river that night was his wife, Faye Turner.

Chase Fletcher shook his head in disbelief, his brows tightly furrowed like a character, his throat constricted, wanting to say sothing but unable to utter a word.

How could this be? The intention was not to rob, but to murder?

Adrian Lancaster gripped the bracelet tightly, once again, with all his strength, he looked at the raging river below, and felt a stab of agony and fear inside!

Never had he hated this much, a hatred so intense that it made him want to devour those cruel beasts!

He also hated his own helplessness, hated that he could only wait with wide eyes, dazed, unable to do anything.

As he looked at the ground again, he noticed traces of struggle, the scattered mud a chaotic ss.

Adrian Lancaster’s heart was ripped apart, an uncontrollable wrath and vengeance bubbling up, his fists clenched tight like a bloodthirsty wolf!

Where on earth is my Faye?

"Faye!" Across the railing, Adrian Lancaster shouted toward the rolling waves of the river, "Faye—Faye Turner—!"

Chase Fletcher hurried over, reaching to embrace his shoulder, "..." looking at the river, his eyes too beca wet.

Behind them, all the subordinates bowed their heads in silent mourning.

The air was deathly quiet.

"Find them for ! I want them to pay with their lives!" His emotions surged, every word sharp as a knife, "Don’t hand them over to the police, hand them to !!"

"Yes!" the subordinate replied painfully, and reported, "We are already searching for their whereabouts, conducting a thorough sweep, and have sealed off all routes."

"Arrange for people to go down and search the waters, if alive, I want to see her, if dead, I want to see her body." Even though he had found the bracelet, he refused to believe that the person pushed was his wife.

"Arrangents are already underway."

"Adrian..." Chase Fletcher could feel his desperation, and as a good friend, he just stayed by his side, accompanying him for three hours.

Below was the rushing river, even for the most professional personnel, extracting anything in a short ti would be a difficult task.

"Adrian, let’s go back first. We’ll inform you as soon as there’s any news." Chase felt a deep sorrow seeing him like this, "The child hasn’t seen Mom, and if she can’t see Dad either, she’ll feel insecure and cry."

Indeed, bringing up little Joy managed to persuade Adrian Lancaster.

On the way back, it was the first ti Chase Fletcher saw him so vulnerable. He didn’t speak, tears brimming in his eyes, leaning against the seat, staring blankly out the car window.

When the Lamborghini was driven back into the Lockwood Villa, Chase Yates accompanied Adrian Lancaster out of the car, and from afar, they could hear the child’s cries.

Adrian Lancaster snapped back to reality and couldn’t help speeding up his pace.

Seeing him return, Mrs. Rhodes, who had been coaxing the child, beca flustered, "Young master," very afraid of failing to asure up.

Little Joy was crying badly in her arms, her tiny legs flailing pitifully.

Adrian Lancaster quickly went up to take his daughter in his arms, and Mrs. Rhodes, with an apologetic and guilty expression, said, "I don’t know what’s wrong with the little miss, she’s eaten and drank, yet kept crying, just took her temperature, no fever, no diarrhea."

When she was held by her father, seeing the familiar figure, and slling the familiar scent of her father, the little one imdiately cald down.

She whimpered, holding onto her father’s neck, and despite her tears, she didn’t cry or fuss.

"Don’t cry, don’t cry, Daddy’s here." He gently comforted her, suppressing all his sorrow, softly patting her back.