When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 550: Reconciliation

And Adrian Lancaster, at the moment he raised his arm to embrace her, had completely forgiven her, though he was too proud to say it aloud.

Eliza Hayes continued with heartfelt emotion, "Mom will spend the rest of her life making it up to you and Faye, and I’ll surely love you, Faye, and your children dearly..."

Choosing to believe her was because the contents of that letter of repentance were genuinely heartfelt; it moved him to tears.

As long as his mother posed no harm and wouldn’t hurt Faye Turner, Adrian Lancaster was willing to let bygones be bygones.

After all, a harmonious family leads to prosperity.

In time, it would be impossible for the children not to interact with their grandmother; otherwise, it would be considered a gap in their upbringing.

Letting her hold on for a while, Adrian Lancaster took a light breath, gripped her shoulders, and gently pushed her away from the embrace.

Eliza Hayes looked at her son, her face full of tears.

His expression was calm, his voice gentle, "Alright, dry your tears, don’t let grandpa worry."

"Adrian..." she looked at him with a face full of tears and snot, asking expectantly, "Have you...forgiven Mom?"

She wanted a definite answer, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.

Adrian Lancaster, however, was unwilling to say those two words out loud, because his actions had already made it clear.

And saying ’forgive’ felt really awkward.

Facing his mother’s expectant gaze, he nodded, "Mm." He didn’t say another word.

"Adrian..."

"Mom." Adrian Lancaster gently interrupted, "Mom, don’t overthink things. Let the past be the past. We all need to look forward."

This one word, ’Mom’, was so precious, wasn’t it?!

Eliza Hayes’s tears streamed down again, and she felt every cell in her body trembling with excitement.

She couldn’t help but cover her mouth and nose with her hand, nodding furiously, "Okay, okay, we all need to look forward." Her voice trembled slightly, and tears fell once again.

Facing her like this, Adrian Lancaster’s vision blurred for a moment.

He stepped forward, voluntarily embracing her again, with his large hand gently holding the back of her head.

Warmth flowed in Eliza Hayes’s heart; she bit her lip, sobbing... This moment was happiness she hadn’t experienced in twenty years.

Downstairs, Faye Turner had finished her call, and she encountered Nanny Warren; their gazes met, and they both stopped in their tracks.

"Madam."

"Nanny Warren." She smiled, politely greeting.

The middle-aged woman, whose face was etched with wrinkles, glanced up towards the staircase corner. Since they hadn’t come down yet, it was a good thing.

Nanny Warren retracted her gaze and noticed the scarf around her neck.

Faye Turner followed her gaze and lowered her eyes, reaching up to touch the scarf; it was very comfortable and warm.

"The madam compared coarse yarn, ice strip scarf thread, mink cashmere, mixed fibers, and selected cashmere at last." Nanny Warren meant to convey that Eliza Hayes was very attentive about knitting the scarf.

As a clothing designer, Faye Turner also understood somewhat, "Cashmere is the best and most expensive yarn; its warmth and feel are excellent, though its elasticity is slightly lacking, but for a scarf, this small flaw can be overlooked."

"Yes." Nanny Warren was pleased, seeing her understanding.

At this moment, there were footsteps coming from the staircase corner; Nanny Warren and Faye Turner turned their eyes towards the sound, and saw Eliza Hayes holding onto Adrian Lancaster’s arm, appearing in their view.

Faye Turner and Nanny Warren were both stunned, watching them come down step by step, their gazes falling on the linked arms.

Soon, Nanny Warren and Faye Turner also broke into smiles, suddenly in a great mood.

"Mom, Adrian."

"Young Master looks good with this scarf too," Nanny Warren quickly added.

After coming downstairs, Eliza Hayes released her son’s arm, looking kindly and warmly at her daughter-in-law. Faye stepped forward, and Adrian Lancaster wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "Is it time for dinner? I’m a bit hungry."

"It’s ready, it’s ready." Nanny Warren quickly replied, unable to contain the joy in her heart.