When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 421: Colluding to Deceive

Seeing the old man angry, Eliza Hayes quickly spoke up, "Master, please tell us, what exactly is going on here?"

The old man’s face was sullen.

She had to admit, this woman could really act. She spoke solemnly, "Adrian is already registered with Faye Turner, and she’s even pregnant. Are you saying now that it was a miscalculation? How absurd is that?"

"This girl is named Sienna Dawson, she is President Lancaster’s ex-girlfriend, his first love, and their feelings for each other are not yet over." The Master frowned and sighed, speaking against his conscience, "She is actually President Lancaster’s true match, and the three characters in her name can ward off all disasters."

"Disaster??" Eliza Hayes turned pale, her voice trembling.

The Master seized the opportunity to say, "President Lancaster and Faye Turner won’t last long. While the child hasn’t been born yet, there’s still time for everything!"

Hearing this, the grandfather was very angry, "Enough!" His mood inevitably soured, and he tossed the photo onto the coffee table, "This marriage isn’t counted, that’s it!"

"Dad!" Eliza Hayes became anxious, "The fact that the Master came down the mountain specially, risking being scolded by you to admit a mistake, shows there’s a big problem."

The Master looked at Eliza Hayes again, with an expression that said, "I’ve already done my best, I’ve followed your instructions, whatever happens next is not my fault."

The old man furrowed his brow tighter and tighter.

Eliza Hayes hurriedly interjected, "Dad, please... don’t get agitated yet. The Master came down specially to talk to us about this matter, maybe... he has his own considerations."

The old man believed in such things, trusted in metaphysics, and fate.

But he was very fond of this girl, Faye Turner, and was very satisfied with the current situation, optimistic about this young couple. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

At this point, Eliza Hayes gave the Master a look filled with warning.

The Master had no choice but to speak again, "Old Sir, there’s still time to reverse the situation, sorry, I didn’t calculate it well at the time. I hope this information comes to you in time to avert a disaster."

"What did you just say?" The old man gazed at him intently, "Disaster? What disaster?"

At this moment, Eliza Hayes seized the opportunity to speak, asking somewhat excitedly, "Master, do you mean to say that Adrian marrying the wrong person could trigger a disaster?"

In fact, she was trying to amplify this matter!

Sure enough, the old man listened to this and felt a heavy thud in his heart!

Old people are most wary of such things.

"Oh dear, just say it!" Eliza Hayes looked at the Master, urging anxiously, "If Adrian doesn’t divorce Faye Turner, what will happen?!"

The old man also watched the Master with a heart in suspense.

The Master’s conscience pained him a little; facing their gaze, he thought of his mother who was alive or dead, whereabouts unknown.

He could only comply, "The secrets of heaven must not be revealed. Knowing it will trigger disaster is enough, hurry and mitigate losses, get the divorce."

Eliza Hayes was so scared that her face turned ghastly pale, sitting dumbfounded on the sofa.

The old man hearing this was also in a terrible mood, his face a fearsome darkness, "I don’t believe it!"

"I... shall take my leave." When the Master stood up, he looked particularly at Eliza Hayes, with a look that carried a chill, and a trace of warning.

If his mother could not be safely returned, he would still reverse the situation.

Eliza Hayes trusted her ability; she would fan the flames in front of the grandfather, and the Master had indeed done his best.

The Master walked out, and Eliza Hayes did not see him off.

The old man did not ask him to stay either; he sat on the sofa, the words echoing in his ears, unable to come to his senses for a long while.

The middle-aged woman cautiously observed the father-in-law’s expression, skillfully gauging his superstitious mind, "Dad, if the Master’s situation wasn’t very serious, he wouldn’t have specially come down to clarify again."

Displeasure flashed across the old man’s wrinkled face; he glanced at her with questioning eyes.

"Dad..." She held her breath, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Was it you who asked him to come down?" The old man asked coldly.