When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 669: Tell Me the Truth

Adrian Lancaster carried his father out of the car, his expression solemn as he walked toward the living room, followed by a group of subordinates.

Amidst the crowd, his towering six-foot-three frame and his resolute, unwavering stride exuded an aura of authority that could command the entire room.

For a moment, Adrian appeared immensely grand, as if a young boy had grown up overnight.

Faye Turner walked beside him, turning to look at him, sensing his inner sadness and pain, his excitement and joy, her eyes also welling up with tears.

Finally, they found Dad; he is still alive.

Entering the living room, Adrian pressed his thin lips together, not saying a word, as he carried his father upstairs step by step.

The medical staff and subordinates followed him closely.

He carried his father into the master bedroom, which had excellent lighting, a room where Victor Peterson and Black Hawk had both stayed.

The expensive medical equipment that had been removed was now being brought back in.

Someone stepped forward to pull back the covers, and he leaned down at the bedside, carefully placing his father onto the broad, soft bed.

Feeling the faintness of his father’s breath up close, Adrian’s mood grew heavy.

How he hoped his father would be safe and healthy.

The medical personnel came in, all top talents both domestically and internationally, hired at high salaries by him.

"This is my father."

Adrian introduced them, tucking his father in, turning to look at everyone, "Do everything possible to save him, spare no expense."

"Yes, President Lancaster."

Then he turned his gaze to his wife, his eyes softening considerably, only not wanting her to worry.

"Faye, could you take Dad’s pulse first?" He also placed his hopes on his wife, wanting to hear her judgment.

Faye nodded, stepped forward, and sat down at the edge of the bed.

She gently took Caleb Lancaster’s wrist, skillfully checking his pulse.

Her expression remained calm and warm, not even furrowing her brows, so Adrian couldn’t discern his father’s condition from her demeanor.

The room held about ten people, but it was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Everyone focused their gaze on her.

After about two minutes, Faye gently put down her father-in-law’s wrist, stood up, and walked toward Adrian.

Adrian led her out, and the couple left the bedroom.

The doctors began his treatment, utilizing expensive medical equipment, discussing, busying themselves, and working urgently.

In the large adjacent living room, Adrian sat down on the sofa.

Faye stood beside him, just looking at him.

Seeing him leaning slightly forward, his hands clasped against his lips, his anxious and worried demeanor made her heart ache.

She didn’t disturb him, nor did she speak words of comfort.

She just stepped forward and stood in front of him.

Adrian raised his eyes, and in those deep eyes were tears, a vulnerability Faye had never seen before.

She gazed at him for a long time... then reached out and embraced him.

Adrian wrapped his arms around her waist, his ear lightly pressed against her swollen belly, feeling the baby move.

"Adrian..."

"If Mom knows the truth, she won’t be able to handle it," Adrian lightly parted his thin lips, "She will break down."

In this world, only love cannot be compromised.

But both Faye and Adrian knew that this matter couldn’t be hidden, and one day, sooner or later, Eliza Hayes would know.

"Then..." his wife murmured, "Hide it for now? Wait until Dad’s condition stabilizes, and then talk."

Only then did Adrian lift his eyes, letting go of her, holding her hand, worriedly asking, "What were the results of your pulse reading? Tell me the truth."