When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 598: Hoisted by One’s Own Petard

The atmosphere at the dinner was quite pleasant initially, with Eliza Hayes personally serving her daughter-in-law soup and advising her to drink more to replenish the amniotic fluid.

The dishes were plentiful, and everyone was hungry.

Halfway through the meal, Melanie Lancaster once again signaled to her son with her eyes that he could start talking, as she did not want to watch everyone pretend they were close.

Brandon Lancaster brewed his emotions, organizing his words.

Soon, he smilingly asked, "Why didn’t Uncle come today? My mom just returned to the country, and seeing her will make him very happy, right?"

Adrian Lancaster knew he was stirring up trouble and chose to ignore it, eating in silence.

Faye Turner was silent too.

Eliza Hayes felt a slight unease, truly breaking into a cold sweat.

Brandon Lancaster’s question hung in the air, unanswered, creating an awkward silence.

"I heard my brother was picked up by Adrian Lancaster?" Melanie Lancaster asked with a smile. "What’s going on? Is there something being kept from everyone?"

She said the last sentence jokingly, yet it revealed her true thoughts.

Grandfather lifted his gaze, "Your uncle is undergoing treatment with many renowned doctors. He won’t be with us this New Year."

"What kind of treatment?" Brandon Lancaster chuckled, "There’s absolutely no one at the villa, so where is he getting treated? At the police station?"

Adrian Lancaster, who was eating in silence, caught a piercing gleam pass through his deep-set eyes upon hearing mention of those three words.

These mother and son pair must have discovered something and are deliberately causing trouble.

Faye Turner’s chest also tightened slightly.

Eliza Hayes’ face paled, she was the most anxious.

Upon hearing his words, Grandfather furrowed his brow slightly and asked with a puzzled expression, "Brandon, what do you mean by this? What police station? Explain clearly."

"Ah? You still don’t..."

"Brandon Lancaster." Adrian Lancaster interrupted coldly, raising his eyes to him, "You sold company secrets to Elias Young, do you know why I didn’t have the police arrest you?"

This mother and son pair felt their hearts jolt heavily!

And then, as they met Adrian Lancaster’s icy and warning gaze, an icy fear began to creep into their hearts.

Adrian Lancaster quietly locked his gaze onto his face, "Because this is Prestige Group’s scandal, family disgrace should not be aired publicly, I must preserve some face for Grandfather, after all, you are beneath his bloodline."

At this moment, Grandfather’s expression turned frighteningly stern, the issue had been brought to the table.

Grandfather’s face went dark, and Brandon Lancaster instantly panicked.

Especially next, when Grandfather slammed his chopsticks onto the table—

"Get out of here immediately! Previously, I thought young people having their own ideas was normal, and didn’t blame you! Apex Group might offer you opportunities to showcase your talents, but now it seems you’re just colluding with them!"

Grandfather’s severe attitude was something everyone hadn’t seen for a long time, enough to intimidate the wrongdoer fiercely.

Brandon Lancaster dared not speak, his mind was a complete mess.

Melanie Lancaster also regretted not making her son confess upon entering, ending up pointed out by Adrian Lancaster now.

"Grandfather, let’s forget about resigning." Adrian Lancaster instead spoke up, "Prestige Group definitely doesn’t want him, and at that time he will have difficulty finding work, necessitating arrangements from you, whether light or heavy, more trouble than fewer; those little materials he sold aren’t sufficient to shake my Prestige Group."

"This is a matter of character!" Grandfather was very angry, "Traitor! The behavior is unforgivable!"

Brandon Lancaster could be said to have shot himself in the foot, caught in a dead end at the dinner table.

Instead, Adrian Lancaster gained the upper hand.

The dining atmosphere thereafter definitely wasn’t like before, with some wearing stern expressions, others daring not even to breathe heavily.