When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 678: Go Find Claire Keller
Melanie Lancaster stood in her professional attire, gazing out the floor-to-ceiling window of her office, her face turning pale in an instant!
As the words from her subordinate flashed through her mind, she felt as if the sky had fallen.
"Melanie, this matter... is already set in stone," the other party said. "There’s nothing we can do."
The middle-aged woman staggered back two steps, as if a chill was wrapping around her, infiltrating every pore.
Slowly, she lowered her phone, her pupils losing focus. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
No need to ask; the additional sentence in this case is definitely linked to Adrian Lancaster.
And this is something she can’t resolve.
As a mother, she knew very well that Brandon’s crimes were indeed numerous, and the six-year sentence was the result of everyone’s efforts, and a few strings pulled in light of their grandfather.
But now...
Melanie was utterly furious! She felt like she could eat Adrian Lancaster alive!
At the same time, she was furious with Faye Turner!
Damn it, this woman can’t be underestimated!
Argent.
Adrian Lancaster had wrapped up a segment of work and accompanied Faye on a prenatal checkup. Although he had taken on several big projects, his focus remained on family.
The time spent with his wife hadn’t decreased, and he also visited his parents at the villa daily.
On this day, something suddenly came to his mind.
After work, he drove alone to the rented apartment where his father had lived for twenty years.
As the car came to a stop, he sat in it for a while, turning his eyes to look at the old, shabby building outside, a wave of sourness flooding his heart.
He opened the door and got out of the car. In the sunlight, he stood tall and dignified, with a cold grace.
He casually shut the car door, raising his eyes to look at the unremarkable building, not knowing how many times he had just brushed past his father here.
He walked alone towards the hallway, each step heavy with emotion.
The hallway light was broken today; even in broad daylight, it was a bit dim.
The paint on the walls had peeled off in patches, and the slightest carelessness could stain his clothes.
Adrian Lancaster, stepping on his polished leather shoes, began to ascend the stairs, with rusty iron railings on his left.
This was his second visit, and his state of mind was completely different from the first time.
During this period, he had been processing this matter.
Today’s visit was to retrieve some personal belongings belonging to his father; last time, he left in haste, not even taking a pair of shoes.
Adrian Lancaster also intended to talk with that woman about his father.
His memories of his father were very vague.
Reaching the door upstairs, Adrian found it was left unlocked, the surrounding silence so profound that he could hear a pin drop.
He stood at the half-open door, pausing outside for a long time.
Before stepping through this door, even as the president of Prestige Group, he needed to calm his emotions.
After a moment, he returned to himself.
Politely, he knocked on the door, even though he truly disliked this woman, even despised her.
However, there was no response from inside.
After a while, he tried gently pushing the door open with his hand, and as he walked in, the place was already deserted.
The layout was the same as during his last visit, unchanged.
In the small living room, Adrian Lancaster stood before the yellowing coffee table, his eyes lowering to the vase containing the completely withered roses.
His heart carried a trace of inexplicable sadness... so much like a dying relationship.
When he entered his father’s bedroom, he saw that the beddings were neatly folded, and the entire room had evidently been tidied up.
By the window, he again saw several folded letters on the clean tabletop, pressed down by a bowl.
The topmost letter was addressed in handwriting—"For Adrian."
Adrian Lancaster’s heart skipped a beat as he stared at the stack of letters, having no desire to read them, but with a strong premonition that the woman had left.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, a faint sorrow descending upon him.
