When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 422: Faye Turner Speaks Frankly

"No, I didn’t!" The woman panicked and quickly explained—

"They can all testify!" She pointed around. "I didn’t do anything, he came down on his own! He said he wanted to see you, so I called you, I don’t even know what’s going on."

The old man stared at her without blinking, observing her innocent expression, but he said nothing.

With a steady breath, he rose, cold-faced and began to walk toward the stairs.

"Father, you should think it over. This might be related to the survival of The Lancaster Family or the entire Prestige Group." She continued to fan the flames as she watched his back.

The old man did not stop, nor did he respond.

Eliza Hayes sat on the sofa, watching that gradually distant figure disappear at the turn of the stairs, a faint smile played at the corner of her lips.

There was a sense of certain victory, yet it felt a bit cold.

Her gaze fell on the photo on the coffee table, after a while, she leaned forward and picked it up.

This Sienna Dawson was indeed very beautiful, her features somewhat resembled Faye Turner.

Heh, Faye Turner is just a substitute.

Now with Sienna Dawson’s emergence, who knows what Adrian Lancaster is thinking.

The news today about her son secretly meeting his ex-girlfriend at a café, she saw it too, is this unfinished business?

For Adrian Lancaster to use work hours to secretly meet Sienna Dawson at a café, there seems to be a possibility of rekindling old feelings between them, right?

Actually, for Eliza Hayes, regardless of who Adrian Lancaster is with, she doesn’t care at all.

But a daughter-in-law who knows medicine, who understands medical theory, that’s absolutely unacceptable.

Through interaction, she found that Faye Turner is a smart woman, with brains, which is very undesirable.

The man who was taken away should not be healed by her!

Thinking of Faye Turner, Eliza Hayes’ eyes turned cold, if she could, she truly wanted to end it herself, to save such effort.

She also got up and took Sienna Dawson’s photo.

Back in the backyard, she called Sienna Dawson, with a faintly chilly smile, she said to her, "I am Adrian’s mother. Prepare yourself mentally, wait for Adrian to divorce, then marry you."

On hearing this, Sienna Dawson was astonished, without waiting for her to ask anything, the mother-in-law hung up the phone.

At this moment, Adrian Lancaster’s villa, nestled by the hills and water, perfect for convalescence, was still heavily guarded.

A car was parked in the yard, Uncle Lane had brought Faye Turner over.

After she got out of the car, she hastily went upstairs.

In the spacious, well-lit master bedroom, medical staff were conducting an examination on Caleb Lancaster.

Caleb Lancaster sat leaning on the bedhead, his eyes still unfocused, somewhat vacant, his gaze dull, and his emaciated face expressionless.

"Mrs., I really saw his fingers move today!" A nurse was still trying to explain, because other medical staff simply did not believe.

Faye Turner looked at her with a gentle expression and nodded, "Mm, I know."

"You know? Do you believe what I’m saying?"

"Mm." She nodded.

The other medical staff thought Mrs. Lancaster was placating her and did not dwell on it.

The examination finished quickly, nothing was found.

Faye Turner watched them packing up medical tools and softly spoke, "Thank you all, please go down for a cup of tea, let me be alone with Father for a while."

"Okay, Mrs."

She quietly stood by the bed, patiently waiting for them to finish packing, then each turned away, thoughtfully closing the door.

In the spacious bedroom, simply and warmly decorated, it was just Faye Turner and Caleb Lancaster left, who was not Adrian Lancaster’s biological father.

Now facing him again, Faye Turner felt complicated emotions within.

Looking at this face almost identical to Adrian’s, she truly had many doubts within her heart.

Looking so similar, yet not his son?

What secrets does Eliza Hayes hold?

"You can obviously move, why do you hide it?" Staring at him, Faye Turner softly spoke—

"Wouldn’t it be better to get you healed sooner, cooperate with the doctors to switch to another treatment plan, let everyone accurately grasp your condition this way?"

The man leaned back against the bedhead, behind a soft large pillow, his body seemed stripped of bones, weak.

He tilted his head against it, his gaze vacant, fingers unmoving, as if he didn’t hear her words.