When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 878: DNA Testing

Chase Fletcher’s car was parked behind the crowd, with the windows closed, and the bustling figures seed to echo with a noisy commotion.

Adrian Lancaster sat in the passenger seat, his deep eyes looking at those backs; he knew that once sothing was confird, there was no hope left.

At this mont, his heart was deeply anxious.

He also knew that as soon as he got out of the car, he would be imdiately besieged by the dia, with journalists possibly looking for the shadow of a Lamborghini.

Just then, a phone rang, and Adrian Lancaster snapped back to reality, taking out his phone. The caller ID showed it was from his subordinate.

He expressionlessly swiped to answer—

"Boss, the female corpse has been taken back to the police station. We also have soone following up there. You should head directly to the station; a DNA test can be done now, and the results will be out soon..."

Tears of grief filled his eyes, and he asked, "Why do you think she could be my Faye?"

What? What?

Wasn’t it you who said any situation should be reported? Especially when a female corpse is retrieved?

Yes, Adrian Lancaster had said that, but... he didn’t want to accept it.

His subordinate quickly responded, "We can’t be sure, but doing a test could rule it out, and if the result is negative, there will be more hope. If alive, we need to see the person, if deceased, we need to see the corpse, right?"

Now it was Adrian Lancaster’s turn to fall silent.

Faye had no parents... only her daughter Joy as a direct relative.

He didn’t have the courage to take his daughter to see the body, too grief-stricken to control himself, he slowly put down the phone...

Adrian Lancaster turned to Chase Fletcher and said, "Let’s go ho first. I need to get Joy’s hair follicles, then head to the police station."

"Okay." Chase Fletcher restarted the car, taking him back.

In such difficult tis, as a good friend, he would remain by his side.

By the riverbank, there were still many onlookers, many live-streaming influencers, and even police officers were still taking photos for evidence. The rescue team hadn’t left and was still conducting retrievals.

Before the comparison results were out, no one could be certain that the person retrieved was Mrs. Lancaster.

In this age of information, news spreads rapidly, so before Adrian Lancaster even arrived at the police station, Old Master Lancaster and Chloe Gable along with Milo Turner had rushed over.

"Faye..." Chloe Gable rushed into the police station, her legs weakening, collapsing to the ground, her voice hoarse from crying, "Faye..."

Not far away, a female corpse, covered in a white cloth, swollen from days spent in the river, was visible.

Milo Turner held onto her, squatting by her side to accompany her. His inner sadness was beyond words, and tears stread down.

"Faye..." Chloe Gable, exerting herself, crawled towards the corpse.

Soon, a police officer ca to support and console her, "We can’t confirm it’s Mrs. Lancaster yet, please don’t get too upset..."

However, Chloe Gable had been worrying every mont these days, almost on the verge of a ntal breakdown.

When Old Master Lancaster arrived, he too, supported by a cane, was assisted by people, trembling as he walked inside.

It can’t be Faye! It can’t be! Unacceptable! A million tis unacceptable!

Though the old man’s heart was filled with rejection, he also felt flustered inside...

"Old Master, President Lancaster is about to arrive. It can’t be confird before the test."

Yet, even without confirmation, even if she wasn’t Faye, she was still a poor unfortunate girl.

In this setting, everyone’s mood was sad and heavy.

Soon, Chase Fletcher appeared with Adrian Lancaster, handing the sample bag containing his daughter’s hair to the staff at the identification center.

Chloe Gable was already exhausted from crying, and Grandpa Lancaster sat in the chair, also sobbing uncontrollably.

Adrian Lancaster suppressed his grief, needing to comfort them.