When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 439: Truly a Good Mother
Adrian Lancaster got up, leaned down, and left a light kiss on her forehead, "I’ll go take a shower first, okay?"
She nodded happily, "Go ahead, I’m really not mad." She watched him as he headed into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of running water came through.
Faye Turner stared at the closed bathroom door, looking at the figure through the frosted glass, and couldn’t help but think of those two paternity test results.
The smile on her face slowly faded, and she became somewhat lost in thought...
Who is Adrian’s father?
Is he really Eliza Hayes’s son?
It’s nearly impossible to get a sample from Eliza Hayes; the woman is a bit crazy and being near her is dangerous.
If Adrian Lancaster was adopted by this couple, then why is there a blood relation to the grandfather?
No matter how smart Faye Turner was, she couldn’t figure out all these possibilities.
The same night.
A high-end community with excellent security, landscaping, and fire safety.
Milo Turner and Chloe Gable successfully moved in, bringing only some clothes because Adrian said there was nothing lacking here.
The 180-square-meter apartment on the 28th floor even had a sky garden, with perfect lighting and views.
This was a place the mother and son never dreamed of living in their lifetimes. After all, with a gambler in the family, they were left with nothing but bare walls, often struggling to even put food on the table.
Adrian Lancaster’s subordinates, after bringing the mother and son here, registered their fingerprints into the fingerprint lock.
They also taught them how to use the high-tech appliances here, like the projector and the built-in oven.
When leaving, the subordinates thoughtfully left their business cards, saying they could be contacted if needed.
Milo Turner stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, overlooking the millions of city lights, feeling a bit dazed.
He felt his life had undergone a qualitative leap, as if it were all a dream, like he had traveled through time or been reborn, certainly not the broken cards he had before.
"Milo," Chloe Gable approached her son from behind, softly calling his name full of thoughts.
The boy snapped out of it and turned his gaze, meeting his mother’s somewhat serious eyes. He couldn’t help but ask, "Mom, what’s wrong? You’re not happy?"
"Milo, since your brother-in-law can give us all this, we must be worthy of it," Chloe Gable said with heartfelt sincerity to her son —
"First, don’t cause him any trouble at school, and secondly, you must go all out for the college entrance exam. Don’t let people gossip; the future is your own. What others give you isn’t true security; only knowledge can change your fate."
"I understand, Mom."
"Milo, remember this house isn’t ours. You must always remember this so that if one day he takes it back, it would be his right, and you should have no complaints. One must understand gratitude."
"Mm-hmm," Milo Turner nodded earnestly, taking her words to heart.
The middle-aged woman held her son’s shoulder, softly instructing, "Also, in front of your classmates, you must not have a sense of superiority. Work hard with your feet on the ground. There’s no point in bragging about who your brother-in-law is."
"I got it, Mom," Milo Turner said with a slight smile at the corner of his lips, "You can rest easy now! Since we’ve moved in, let’s enjoy living here joyfully, without guilt. If you live happily, my brother-in-law will be happy too! My sister will be happy too! If they knew how stressed you were, they’d surely be worried!"
"It’s not about stress; I’m teaching you how to be a good person," she explained.
"I know, transitioning from poverty to luxury is easy, but going from luxury to thrift is hard. It’s what you always say." It must be said, Milo Turner was really a good kid and wasn’t led astray by his father.
