When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 182: Refusing Adrian Lancaster’s Request

For so many years, the Hua Mansion has scarcely entertained outsiders, let alone let them stay overnight here.

"Faye, come, come, Grandpa will take you to pick a gift," the old man cheerfully took the girl’s hand and led her upstairs.

Eliza Hayes’s face looked very unpleasant, but she couldn’t speak to change the situation tonight.

Adrian Lancaster, on the other hand, sat down on the couch in the living room; he seemed to have no particular emotions.

Eliza Hayes’s gaze fell on her son, only until the elder took Faye and disappeared at the corner of the stairs, the footsteps growing distant, did she begin to move towards her son.

Feeling someone approaching, Adrian Lancaster raised his eyes and met his mother’s clear and indifferent gaze.

He was slightly stunned, unable to remember how long it had been since his mother had approached him like this. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Eliza Hayes sat down on the sofa opposite him, her gaze dropping to his left arm, wanting to see his injury, yet she didn’t speak.

It was also rare for Adrian Lancaster to have the chance to sit together with his mother.

Nanny Warren, upon seeing this scene, quickly brewed Mrs. Hayes’s favorite jasmine tea and brought it over.

The faint fragrance of jasmine tea pervaded the air, refreshing the spirit.

After serving the tea, Nanny Warren turned and left.

In the spacious living room, under the bright lights, only the mother and son were left sitting across the table after a long absence.

Adrian Lancaster leaned forward, poured a cup of tea for his mother, and seized the opportunity to speak softly, "Mom, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you."

"Speak," Eliza Hayes rarely acknowledged him, as she would normally remain silent.

Adrian Lancaster gently placed the teacup in front of her and then poured himself a cup, "My father’s illness might benefit from trying traditional Chinese medicine once more."

Eliza Hayes remained expressionless, "Hasn’t your father seen enough doctors? Chinese medicine, Western medicine, isn’t it all been tried both domestically and abroad?"

"Perhaps we didn’t find the right person before?" Adrian Lancaster raised his eyes and said sincerely, "My father’s illness can’t worsen, so I feel as long as there’s a shred of hope, we should try again."

"It’s tormenting your father," she opposed vehemently, "I would rather he die with dignity than see him suffer another bit."

"There might truly be a chance for recovery," Adrian Lancaster unfastened the wrist cuff and rolled up his left sleeve, "This is an old injury from being scalded with a bowl of dumplings; originally full of wrinkles and exceptionally unsightly, but now, after applying a few times the ointment prepared by traditional Chinese medicine, it’s healed."

It was the first time Eliza Hayes saw these scars, mostly healed now, but given the large area, she could imagine how severe the burn was back then...

However, a cold light flickered in the woman’s eyes as she inquired, "Which traditional Chinese medicine practitioner treated you?"

"Faye," Adrian Lancaster, unwittingly, raised his eyes and told her, "So it won’t be inconvenient this time, we can let her try."

The blood in Eliza Hayes’s body seemed to freeze in an instant.

There was no spare expression on her indifferent face, and a glint of coldness revealed in her eyes.

Without waiting for Adrian Lancaster to speak again, Eliza Hayes stood up, "I don’t agree, they’re not doctors from renowned hospitals, how can we let her mess around?" After speaking, she left.

Looking at that retreating figure, Adrian Lancaster felt full of disappointment; truly unable to communicate with his mother.

However, his father’s illness, he was determined to treat it.

At night, Faye followed grandpa to the penthouse; once entering through a door, the interior was exceptionally retro-decorated, with warmly yellow light and particularly spacious.

Rows of shelves were filled with various collections, most of which Faye couldn’t even recognize, but a small portion she knew.

Masterpieces from various dynasties, very classic hand beads by renowned artists, jadeite, uncut jade...

"Faye, whatever you fancy, take it, Grandpa will gift it to you!" The old man was especially generous, "Here are jewelry and accessories, over there are collections from famous artists, see if there’s anything you like?"