When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 913: A New Name

Soon, Old Mr. Downey returned from gathering herbs in the back mountain. He asked the servant to wash the herb roots, while he himself returned to the room where the injured girl was.

"You’re awake?"

The old man walked quickly to the bedside before the girl ca to her senses. Her heavy expression imdiately turned into a smile, "Grandpa’s back?"

"Yes, the herbs aren’t far, just in the backyard." The old man sat down in a chair, took a sip of water, and said happily, "This Xavier Family place is truly a treasure trove; there are many dicinal herbs in the backyard."

"Thank you." Seeing the wrinkles on the old man’s face and his full head of white hair, she was filled with gratitude and propped herself up to sit.

For no reason, without acquaintance, the old man had stubbornly snatched her life back from the hands of death.

This kindness was truly indescribable.

"No need to be polite. Have you thought about what na you want? If you can’t rember, just pick one for yourself." The old man said to her, "You’ll be staying here for a while anyway; it’s a bit odd to keep calling you ’young lady’."

At this mont, Mrs. Xavier entered with a bowl of silver fungus porridge, a gentle smile on her face, "Awake? I’ve made you so porridge, co and try it."

"Madam." The old gentleman turned to greet her.

The girl sitting on the bed also softly called out, "Hello, Mrs. Xavier."

"Good, very good. Seeing you awake makes very happy! Just, could we change the way you address ? Call Auntie." The middle-aged woman sat at the edge of the bed, "By the way, have you rembered your na yet?"

The girl looked at the spoon near her lips, awkwardly shook her head, and raised her eyes to et the gentle gaze of the lady, "Not yet."

"Let give you a na then, see if you like it?" Mrs. Xavier said while feeding the porridge. "If you don’t mind, how about Gia? It ans ’precious heart, beauty like jade.’

The girl was deeply moved, "Thank you, Auntie, how could I dislike it? I barely have ti to like it."

"Alright then, from today on, you’ll be called Gia. I’ll inform everyone," Mrs. Xavier was also in a good mood, "This na, actually, was given by your Uncle Xavier. He always says that your arrival changed the Xavier Family’s atmosphere; everything seems smoother now."

The lady said she wanted to thank her. Hearing this, the girl’s heart was filled with gratitude, yet she felt unworthy, and couldn’t help but think of what Miss Xavier used to say.

"Auntie, once I’m a bit better, I’ll leave here," she stated directly, her voice gentle, a smile on her face, "I’ve caused you a lot of trouble during this ti, and I’m truly sorry."

"But if your mory hasn’t recovered and only your body is slightly better, where would you go?" Mrs. Xavier asked, "You don’t even know where you ca from, why the rush to leave?"

"..." That’s true.

Old Mr. Downey had a certain confidence in helping her regain her mory; it was just a matter of ti.

"Auntie, let do it myself?" Halfway through feeding, she still reached out, wanting to take the porridge bowl from the middle-aged woman’s hands.

"From now on, always call Auntie, I like that," Mrs. Xavier told her, "It’s not distant, and it brings us closer. Now, just open your mouth, be good, and listen."

Mrs. Xavier held the bowl, insisting on not letting her drink on her own, only wanting to treat her like a daughter and take good care of her.

In a way, this was a kind of solace.

She was kind to a stranger, also hoping that sowhere else in this world, soone would be kind to her daughter too.

This was the Xavier Family’s reason for always doing good and accumulating virtue, because she believed in karma, hoping for her daughter’s safety.