When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 683: President Lancaster Gets Anxious

"Honey, how are you?" Adrian Lancaster was startled and quickly told the driver, "Hurry! Drive faster!! Faster!"

"Adrian, safety is important." Eliza Hayes couldn’t help but interject, then quickly told the driver, "Watch the safety! Safety first!"

"Okay, okay, ma’am," the driver responded, still overtaking one car after another with top-notch driving skills.

By the time the car reached the hospital, the medical staff had already been arranged to come downstairs to receive her.

Adrian Lancaster bent down and carried his beloved woman out of the car and placed her in the wheelchair.

The Lancaster family accompanied the medical staff as they quickly walked inside.

The reporters who had been waiting here for two weeks finally found their chance and swarmed in! They took shots from all angles, near and far.

Just as they were about to get the firsthand news, they were stopped at the hospital entrance by the bodyguards who had already been arranged.

They couldn’t follow up to the delivery room.

The Lancaster family took the elevator upstairs, and Adrian Lancaster tightly grasped Faye Turner’s hand, "Hang in there, Faye."

She was in such pain that she breathed heavily, her expression filled with agony, unable to respond to his words.

When they exited the elevator, Adrian Lancaster followed to the delivery room door.

"Mr. Lancaster, please stop here. We need to first examine Mrs. Lancaster. If the cervix hasn’t opened much, you can see her again. If she’s in labor, we need to quickly get ready."

"Alright, thank you for your hard work." Adrian Lancaster, filled with tension and unease, reluctantly let go of her hand.

Faye Turner was pushed into the delivery room.

He shouted at her retreating figure, "Honey, hang in there! I love you!"

"Daughter-in-law, hang in there! Don’t be afraid! Mom’s waiting for you!"

"Faye is the best! Grandpa is here too! Don’t be afraid!"

Chloe Gable clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and silently prayed, treating this adopted daughter just like her own.

Faye Turner was in terrible pain, pain so intense that she could only hold her abdomen and inhale deeply, unable to respond to everyone.

The moment the delivery room door closed, she suddenly felt very fragile inside. She had to face the upcoming events bravely and alone.

Adrian Lancaster watched as the delivery room door closed, his spirits sank to the lowest point, his mind consumed with worries about whether she was afraid.

Faye Turner’s lack of response made Adrian Lancaster anxious with worry, so much so that tears were almost about to fall.

Eliza Hayes stood by, noticing his state, and gently held her son’s shoulder, softly comforting him, "Faye’s in good health, and her fortune is good too. Everything will go smoothly with childbirth, don’t worry too much."

"Mom, was it very painful when you gave birth to me?" Adrian Lancaster looked at her, tearful, "How many hours did it take? Were you scared then? Was dad with you?"

Eliza Hayes was puzzled by his question, surprised he was asking about his own birth?

However, since her son was willing to talk to her, she was happy to share—

"When I gave birth to you, it was quite smooth. It took just five hours from start to finish, and there are even faster ones."

"Five hours?" He was shocked. That long!!

He glanced anxiously at the closed delivery room door, each second passing like a year for Adrian Lancaster.

Eliza Hayes further explained that childbirth is really an individual experience, related to the mother’s physique.

Some people give birth in two or three hours.

While some women might be in pain for three days and nights, and in the end, they still have to go through surgery, only able to give birth via cesarean.

Hearing this, Adrian Lancaster became even more anxious, "What? There’s a situation where the baby can’t be delivered?"

"Yes." Eliza Hayes nodded and told him, "That’s why men spoiling their wives is only right. Women giving birth, it’s not an exaggeration to say, it’s like they’re walking through the gates of hell."