When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 476: Save Me

Faye Turner brought her thoughts back, turned to look at him, and softly replied, "It’s getting better."

"That’s a good thing." Uncle Lane was very pleased, his smile made Faye a bit dazed, "Ever since you’ve been with President Lancaster, good things have been happening one after another."

Faye didn’t know how to reply to that, she just smiled gracefully, quite humbly, as the problems she would face in the future were still quite tricky.

She came alone today and hadn’t reported to Adrian.

After knowing everything, after knowing the true identity of the man in the wheelchair, Faye’s mindset was far from what it was before.

In the villa nestled against the mountains and near the water.

After the doctor examined Victor Peterson, Faye, as usual, took a thin blanket and placed it over his knees, then took him down the elevator.

She took him for a walk in the courtyard.

The place was still heavily guarded, with Adrian Lancaster’s men visible everywhere.

He truly cherished this father-son relationship; the daily expenses for medical care and medication exceeded a hundred thousand.

Thus, Victor Peterson’s health was indeed improving day by day.

Under the warm autumn sun, Faye pushed the wheelchair to a place at least fifty meters away from the bodyguards; the courtyard in front of the villa was vast.

She stopped her steps and glanced at the distant mountains.

Throughout the journey, she didn’t report on company matters as she usually would, nor did she mention the child in her womb.

Victor Peterson could sense that the atmosphere was different today, reminding him of when she last said he could stand up, claiming she had witnessed it herself...

Faye let go of the wheelchair’s handle, stood firmly in front of him, looking down at him, her face expressionless.

Time seemed to stand still, with the autumn wind blowing gently.

The man leaned his head against the wheelchair, remaining motionless, the dark blue blanket casually draped over his knees, like a puppet with no thoughts.

"If you want to get better, it’s best to cooperate with the treatment." She spoke softly, "The herbal medicine I prescribed can cure you."

Hearing this, the man showed no outward reaction, but inside, he was already excited.

Seeing him so calm, Faye couldn’t help but smile.

"If you choose to let things go as they are, that’s fine too. Adrian has plenty of money to hire people to accompany you, watch over you, and feed you nutritional liquids daily, so you won’t starve."

The tone of these words made the man’s heart skip a beat.

Did she mean... to stop the treatment?

Her attitude had clearly changed, no longer respectful.

The man knew very well that without treatment, he would never escape the wheelchair for the rest of his life, even though his body no longer felt like it was being devoured by a thousand ants.

It was just a temporary escape from Eliza Hayes’ control, but his body was still crippled and needed treatment!

Faye glanced at him, then retracted her gaze, stepping behind him, intending to push the wheelchair and head back.

But as she passed by his wheelchair, he raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.

Faye stopped, her body stiffened, and as she looked down with disbelief, her gaze fell on the man’s gaunt fingers holding her wrist.

In the sunlight, he had indeed grabbed her.

This indicated that he could understand her words.

But, could he speak?

This was what Faye desperately wanted to know, but she restrained herself and didn’t immediately ask about Caleb Lancaster’s whereabouts.

"Help me..." The man’s voice was hoarse as he slowly raised his eyes, seemingly using all his strength.

Clearly, his vocal cords were damaged.

Faye gently removed his hand, genuinely having no fondness for him because he was not Adrian’s father at all.

She stepped back a few steps, then crouched down in front of him, raised her eyes, and stared at him intently—

"So tell me, do you know... why you’ve ended up like this?"

The man’s cloudy eyes looked at her; over the recent period, his vision had cleared a bit, and for the first time, he could clearly see her face up close.

But he remained silent...