When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 257: Is a Verbal ’Thank You’ All You Offer?

And Dylan? He hasn’t returned home even at this hour.

Rachel, though strong-minded, becomes vulnerable in situations like a child’s illness.

And carrying a child around a massive hospital isn’t easy either.

Sometimes you need to get a slip, sometimes pay a fee, sometimes prepare something... It’s definitely overwhelming for one person.

If it weren’t for the child’s matter, Rachel wouldn’t have troubled Faye so late at night, no matter how good their relationship is.

They arrived at the hospital.

Rachel, seeing Adrian Lancaster arriving with Faye, was very touched, "I’m sorry, President Lancaster, for troubling you so late."

"It’s no bother. I’ll handle the admission process, and you can stay with the child." He said, taking the slip from Rachel’s hand and leaving.

This made Rachel uneasy, yet she felt much more at ease.

"Don’t think too much, let him handle it. He came voluntarily." Faye knew Rachel felt burdened because of Adrian Lancaster’s status, so she patted her shoulder reassuringly, "How’s June? What did the doctor say?"

Rachel, with tears in her eyes, said, "It seems to be the flu; the doctor said hospitalization is necessary." She raised her hand to wipe away the tears that slipped down uncontrollably, just praying the child would break the fever soon.

"Where’s Dylan?"

"He hasn’t come back yet..."

At this moment, Dylan Shaw and Vivian Sawyer are having an affair in a hotel room.

"Okay, don’t be so gloomy." Vivian, who isn’t married and doesn’t even have a boyfriend, said.

Tonight, she wore a red spaghetti-strap gown, sitting on Dylan’s lap, her hand hooked around his neck, with a slightly seductive voice, "You’re so talented; you’ll definitely find a better job. Don’t rush."

"Are you going to help me with the mortgage?" Dylan glanced up at her then his gaze fell on the necklace around her neck, "Finally got a promotion and a raise, and the money went to you."

Vivian, fearing he would take those things back, kissed his cheek and pouted, coaxing, "Alright, I know you’re under pressure, so I haven’t bothered you much lately, right?"

Dylan was quite receptive to her warmth and admiration.

"Mr. Shaw, I think maybe it’s fate testing our love." Vivian believed he’d make it because, even before Prestige Group, his salary was higher than many of his peers.

Dylan took a sip of his drink, still in a bad mood.

"Dylan, when do you plan to divorce her?" Vivian gave him a shoulder massage, taking the opportunity to ask.

"I haven’t thought about it for now." He answered honestly, "I just want to stabilize my job first."

"Then how about we wash up and sleep? It’s late; tonight, let’s not think about divorce or work, just accompany me, okay?"

Vivian took the glass from his hand and set it down, then pulled him towards the bathroom, "Come on! Every moment of spring night is so precious."

Not until three in the morning.

Adrian Lancaster and Faye Turner finally came out of the hospital, June’s fever had subsided, and she had drifted off into a shallow sleep, no longer crying or fussing.

Rachel stayed at the hospital with the child, almost dozing off as she held her.

Before Adrian Lancaster and Faye Turner left, she was tearfully grateful, thanking them.

Outside, on the relatively quiet street, he drove while she sat in the passenger seat, neither feeling sleepy.

The cityscape at night differs at each point; at this moment, the tranquility made everything around feel quiet.

However, many shops operate 24 hours, so there are still bright lights everywhere.

The car wasn’t speeding; Faye looked out at the scenery, quite moved knowing Adrian Lancaster was very busy lately, with the company managing two new large projects.

Plus, with his parents’ matters, his mood must be off.

Yet so late, he’s still willing to accompany her out, and he did so voluntarily.

So, she mustered the courage, turning to look at his jade-like side profile, "Thank you for tonight."

Adrian Lancaster, not feeling sleepy at all, smiled warmly and asked, "Is it just a verbal thank you?"

"What do you want then?" She couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous, considering she’s pregnant; could he be thinking...