When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 469: A Mother Who Truly Repents

"What is the madam doing?" The old man looked at the butler carrying large and small bags as he came in. Watching him hand those bags to Eliza Hayes, who then went to the kitchen and didn’t come out,

the old man asked in confusion.

The butler replied, "She should be making dumplings. Nanny Warren is also in there, because you didn’t allow her to go out, so she asked me to buy some materials back."

Upon hearing this, the old man furrowed his brows slightly and then fell into deep thought.

At this moment, in the kitchen.

Eliza Hayes put on an apron to personally make dumplings for her son, conveying a bit of maternal love. She even rolled the dumpling skins herself, because they are more chewy than the ones bought.

She slowly poured water into the bowl, stirring it until it quickly became a clumpy mixture.

"Madam, let me knead the dough?" Nanny Warren felt sorry for her, after all, kneading dough is hard work.

But Eliza Hayes insisted on doing it herself, "No need."

She quickly got her hands on it, and in no time, without stopping, kneaded the clumpy flour into a smooth dough.

While letting the dough rest, she began preparing the dumpling filling. She was both excited and full of anticipation.

Thinking that Adrian is Caleb’s child, her heart was filled with endless regret, unable to forgive herself.

She didn’t know how to make amends, but today, she just wanted to make a meal of dumplings for him by hand.

Nanny Warren wanted to help but couldn’t do much, because the madam always wanted to do things herself.

Watching her transformation, Nanny Warren was filled with emotion... This was a good thing.

But nearly 20 years of neglect and rejection, reconciling as before must take a lot of effort, right?

It seems that Miss Turner really is a bringer of good fortune.

In the days to come, who knows what will happen... impossible to predict.

If Victor Peterson is cured, and he sues the madam, this matter won’t be able to be hidden from the old man, and the grandfather may not be able to bear it.

"What are you thinking about? Check if the dough has risen," Eliza Hayes didn’t want to think about anything now, she only wanted to make dumplings for her son.

If Adrian didn’t mind and could eat a few, she’d be satisfied enough.

Nanny Warren came to her senses and softly asked, "Are you sure Adrian will come back today?" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

At this question, Eliza Hayes’s heart skipped a beat, her smile slightly fading. She wasn’t sure either, but she was willing to trust Faye.

"Ah, never mind it, let’s just prepare first," she consoled herself, "even if he doesn’t come back, I will continue making them tomorrow."

Someday, he will come back, won’t he?

Nanny Warren was deeply moved.

At this moment, the limited edition Lamborghini was driving on the road back to the family home, with Mr. Kerr at the wheel, and Adrian Lancaster and Faye Turner sitting in the back seat.

The gentle autumn breeze brushed through the window, and time seemed to stand still peacefully.

Faye leaned on his arm, resting her head lightly on his shoulder. She looked calm, but her thoughts drifted away.

She could imagine Eliza Hayes in the kitchen of the family home, wearing an apron and making dumplings, but she did not know what kind of mood she was in.

Faye then recalled the old burn on Adrian’s arm that was left because of a bowl of dumplings, which made her sad.

She wondered if the wounds in his heart could ever heal...

As for Adrian Lancaster, regarding his relationship with his mother, he had already given up completely. It’s still the same—whoever loves him, he loves them back.

Anyone opposing Shane, no matter who, is Adrian Lancaster’s enemy.

Currently, he was more worried about his father’s health.

"Honey, when do you plan to start the herbal treatment for Dad?" Adrian Lancaster had great faith in his wife’s medical skills, and he was particularly hopeful about his father’s quick recovery.

Faye Turner replied, "Probably by the end of this month."

"Okay." He felt relieved, turning his gaze to the scenery outside the window, his mood improved a lot.

Seeing that things were getting better, "Honey, isn’t it time for our prenatal check-up?"

"Next week."

"I’ll go with you." He was very much looking forward to it.

This was also Adrian Lancaster’s favorite thing to do—accompany the woman he loved the most to the hospital for a prenatal check-up, and then be the first to know about the baby’s health.