When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 246: Faye Turner Has Too Many Questions

"Eliza." In the elevator, the old man relaxed his brow and sighed heavily, "I understand your feelings, and I’ve long since been resigned to contentment, but after all, Faye isn’t just any doctor brought in from outside."

"Caleb still being alive is the greatest solace for me, I really have no other expectations." Eliza Hayes held back her heartache, her mood very low, "Father, I’m not hiding it from you, I’m truly afraid that this girl might worsen his condition."

"So I completely understand your concerns, but I also think we should give it a try this time."

The old man told her, "Just Adrian’s arm wound, half a month ago, it looked really serious. But today, when I took a look, it was completely healed."

Eliza turned her gaze, her cold eyes filled with disbelief.

The old man said, "There wasn’t even any skin grafting; it was just a few concoctions this girl prepared."

The middle-aged woman felt a heavy thud in her heart. Does she really have some skills?

Third floor.

Nanny Warren first took Adrian Lancaster and Faye Turner to a room next door.

She had them put on sterile clothing, gave them masks, and then sprayed them with disinfectant.

The entire process was very meticulous.

When Nanny Warren led the two of them out of the room, Eliza and the old man had just exited the elevator and stood outside.

Everyone exchanged glances, but no words were spoken, and the atmosphere was a bit oppressive.

Nanny Warren walked to a nearby door, entered the fingerprint code, and the door opened.

"Go on in." The grandfather looked at the two kids and spoke warmly.

Adrian Lancaster and Faye Turner stepped forward, and Eliza and the old man also approached the door.

Since they weren’t wearing sterile clothing, they stood at a distance and had no intention of getting closer.

The tidy room was spacious and bright. Faye Turner immediately noticed the man in the wheelchair, who was sunbathing by the window, with a trace of the sunset’s afterglow.

His head tilted, leaving a silhouette.

Faye went step by step towards him, directing her gaze outside the window, and found it faced the grandfather’s third-floor collectibles room.

Her chest tightened involuntarily, remembering how Nanny Warren had entered a fingerprint code earlier to come in. She concluded that the tilted-head man seen standing by the window that night was the same man now sitting in the wheelchair.

He can stand up.

But why doesn’t anyone know?

Faye felt alarmed, with a sense of foreboding that a huge secret was hidden in this house, one different from Eliza Vance’s secret.

It really had a feel of a deep courtyard.

"Dad." Faye withdrew her gaze and stood by the man.

Caleb Lancaster wasn’t wearing a mask; he was neatly dressed and meticulously cared for, with the golden sunset rays streaming through the window, enveloping him.

His head tilted, eyes open, devoid of any vitality... If not for his faint breathing, it would be hard to imagine he was still alive.

Adrian Lancaster moved the chair beside him behind his wife.

"Thank you." She glanced at him and then sat down in the chair.

"Dad, I’ll take your pulse." Faye politely spoke softly, "I’m your daughter-in-law, you don’t need to be afraid." She showed no fear towards this man who had been ill for years.

Standing at the door, Eliza Hayes coldly stared at her, her expression indifferent.

She watched as Faye gently picked up Caleb Lancaster’s hand and placed her fingers on his wrist.

Faye took the opportunity to closely observe his skin condition, very pale, without a hint of color.

He was truly thin, that kind of sickly thin, skin and bones thin, terrifyingly thin, with almost no flesh.

Even his eye sockets were sunken.

The room was exceptionally quiet as she carefully felt his disordered, abnormal pulse, her expression very calm.

Eliza Hayes stared at the girl intently, recalling the words of the Taoist priest, and felt a hint of panic.

If she doesn’t intervene, then what would be the outcome of the story?

As the waiting continued, Eliza gradually got lost in thought, and eventually, her disbelief turned into a bit of unease.