When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 240: That Night Wasn’t a Hallucination
Just stared for a long time, without greeting, because even if greeted, the other person wouldn’t hear.
Seeing her brother like this, she was clearly a bit sad at heart.
Caleb Lancaster was basically in a vegetative state, only able to open his eyes, but those eyes were devoid of light.
"Father," Adrian Lancaster still respectfully saluted him.
Faye Turner did the same, "Father."
Eliza Hayes said nothing, standing behind the wheelchair, holding onto it.
The old man leaned on his cane, glanced at his son, and sighed, "Caleb, you have to get well, life is getting better and better. Adrian is married now, you are going to be a grandfather!"
This startled Melanie Lancaster and Brandon Lancaster, both turned their eyes towards Faye Turner!
Pregnant?
Pregnant with an heir?
The incense-burning ritual was about to begin, organized by the old man they followed the process, everyone filled with reverence, then began to worship.
It embodies the beautiful wish for all things to be safe and sound.
As the moon rabbit rose in the east, the incense was lit, the whole courtyard filled with fragrance, permeating with a rich aroma.
Everyone prayed hoping Caleb Lancaster’s illness would get better.
Only Faye Turner, her gaze occasionally fell on the man in the wheelchair, she tried hard to observe his appearance, but could see nothing.
He was wrapped tightly, the courtyard was dimly lit.
Nonetheless, clever Faye deduced his physique, and then recalled that night, seeing the figure by the window, also with a bent neck.
Faye couldn’t be sure if it was the same person, but she was certain that night wasn’t a hallucination.
How could she hallucinate him when she hadn’t even met him?
Eliza Hayes was very perceptive, noticing several times that Faye’s gaze fell over here, not knowing what this girl was thinking.
Does she really want to cure Caleb Lancaster?
Ha! Way too ambitious, something all renowned doctors find impossible.
Yet seeing Faye, Eliza couldn’t help but recall what the Taoist priest said, that Faye would be the one to change all this.
She originally dismissed it, but that Taoist priest... was quite accurate.
Eliza’s heart suddenly became incredibly complicated.
Ten o’clock at night.
Vivian Sawyer was alone in the hotel, after bathing and spraying perfume, she called Dylan Shaw over 70 times, but his phone remained off.
She was restless and anxious, filled with disappointment!
Got tangled up with that old hag at home? Not letting him out?
Even after receiving valuable gifts, Vivian still felt herself suffering immense grievance, "Dylan Shaw, you bastard! How dare you mess with me!!"
This overwhelming disappointment after joy truly, truly, truly hurts the most.
That night, Vivian felt such heartache her heart seemed to be bleeding, holding onto a glimmer of hope, waiting for him.
But she never managed to wait.
Each passing minute and second only increased the sorrow in her heart.
Tonight was a reunion night.
Serena Sutton left her hometown, recent events had been quite numerous, she decided not to be Melanie Lancaster’s chess piece any longer, so she went alone to the bar.
She wanted to get drunk, then start anew.
Losing Adrian Lancaster, perhaps never having him at all.
In any case, just thinking about this perfect man made her sad, but she had to face reality.
The bar was a mix of neon lights and chaos, music loud and clamor widespread.
Serena Sutton was wearing a white slip dress, ordered two cocktails, sitting alone at the bar, feeling somewhat downcast.
That night, Dustin Shepherd was also depressed, he too didn’t go home for the festival.
Not long after entering, among the hazy lights, he spotted her.
Knowing her, he couldn’t help but glance a few more times, was she really alone? Quite bold, coming to a place like this.
Soon, two tattooed men who had been watching Serena Sutton for some time, approached her with beer bottles.
"Hey girl, hanging out alone at the bar?" The man’s tone was full of amusement, his eyes practically stuck to Serena Sutton.
