When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 154: This Doctor Is a Bit Unconventional
In the study next door, Adrian Lancaster was originally analyzing a financial report, marking it with a highlighter.
The phone suddenly rang. After taking a glance at the caller ID, he calmly answered it, placing the phone gently by his ear, "What’s up?"
"President Lancaster, Brandon Lancaster has been discharged from the hospital. Today, he went to meet with Elias Young, the head of Apex Group."
The content of the report made Adrian Lancaster’s deep and sharp eyes gleam with a layer of frost! 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
Elias Young was once a friend of his grandfather, but because he betrayed him, the Lancaster Family regards him as a sworn enemy!
This person is crafty and cunning, definitely not a good person.
Moreover, most of what Apex Group is currently involved in are shady underground dealings!
"I understand." Adrian Lancaster’s tone was cold and heavy; there was no need to ask for reasons.
Brandon Lancaster, that brat!
He must be warned again; principle issues must not be violated!
After hanging up the phone, Adrian Lancaster lost interest in working, though the important tasks had already been completed for the moment.
Leaning back in his chair, he replayed today’s events in his mind.
Chloe Gable’s figure flashed in his mind again, making Adrian Lancaster frown slightly.
Every time he saw her, he had a feeling of déjà vu, yet he couldn’t remember where exactly they had met.
This feeling... seemed to carry a very distant memory, as if from another lifetime, both illusory and real.
The night gradually deepened.
A wave of fatigue finally swept over him.
When Adrian Lancaster left the study and pushed open the master bedroom door, he was surprised to find the bed empty and the covers neatly arranged.
He couldn’t help but be a bit stunned, Faye Turner didn’t come to sleep?
Where had she gone?
He took a step back and then noticed the light coming from another study, prompting him to walk in that direction.
The door was not closed, and Adrian Lancaster stood at the doorway.
Under the gentle lamplight inside, Faye Turner sat at the desk with a laptop open in front of her, focused on drawing and not noticing his presence.
Her face was gentle, her expression extremely serious, with her eyes constantly fixed on the screen.
In the light, her skin looked smooth and delicate, a rosy hue underneath.
Her black hair was casually tied up, exuding a pure and graceful aura.
Adrian Lancaster didn’t disturb her and turned into the kitchen.
Soon, after making warm milk, he brought a cup to her study.
When Faye Turner noticed someone entering, she looked up. He was already standing opposite her, and their eyes met.
Adrian Lancaster lightly placed the cup of milk beside her right hand and gently advised, "It’s late. Drink it and rest early."
Faye Turner was slightly surprised, looked at him, then at the cup, and gazed at his departing silhouette, the words of thanks stuck in her throat.
Soon, his figure vanished at the doorway.
She remained in a trance for a long time.
The next morning.
Adrian Lancaster didn’t wait for her and left the house after getting up.
Faye Turner had contacted Nancy Jennings early and requested two hours off in the morning. Nancy always assumed she had a good relationship with Dustin Shepherd, so she agreed.
"Uncle Lane, to Dr. Aiken’s, please, thank you."
"Sure, Miss Turner."
She sat in the car’s passenger seat, and Uncle Lane drove her there, curiously asking, "Didn’t you go later yesterday?"
"I had to schedule an appointment for a ticket, I was late."
Uncle Lane couldn’t help but remark, "This Dr. Aiken, truly indifferent to fame and fortune. Compared to those hospital doctors who rely on instruments for treatment, requiring all kinds of tests for a simple cough, he’s genuinely conscientious!"
"Why does Dr. Aiken only schedule 20 appointments?" This puzzled Faye Turner, "Doesn’t he want to make more money? And the medicine he prescribes isn’t expensive, just a few dozen bucks, all below market price."
"I heard that he personally digs all these herbs himself. Not only are they below market price, but their effectiveness is also better than what’s on the market. Maybe he wants to free up more time to dig herbs."
Is it really so?
Then, could it be that the cistanche from his home is exactly what she needs, the purest kind? With the best medicinal effect?
