When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 695: Finally Calling Her Name

But soon, his arm lost its strength, slowly slipping out of Eliza Hayes’s palm, no longer holding her face, falling down onto the blanket.

He weakly and somewhat wearily closed his eyes.

Although there was no verbal communication, Caleb Lancaster had just exchanged glances with everyone.

This was already a significant step towards recovery, no longer defining him as a vegetative state; everyone’s efforts had yielded results.

Adrian Lancaster called the doctor in, "How is my dad doing now? Please continue to treat him and notify me at the first sign of any news."

"Yes, President Lancaster."

Then, the Lancasters all went downstairs together.

In the living room downstairs.

Adrian Lancaster helped his grandfather settle into the sofa. A servant brought tea and then retreated.

Eliza Hayes also sat down, reaching up to wipe away the tears remaining on her face, her eyes dull and downcast, her heart heavy with sadness, "He probably doesn’t recognize me."

"Eliza, I don’t think so," the old man spoke up. "Give him some time, waking up after twenty years asleep brings a kind of illusion of being transported twenty years into the future."

Putting oneself in his shoes, Caleb should be the most lonely and fearful, right?

In the days following, Adrian Lancaster would first come here after work.

Caleb Lancaster was taking the traditional medicine prescribed by Faye Turner on time, and after a few days, he could barely sit up with the help of doctors and even drink some porridge and water.

His vital signs no longer needed to be maintained by nutritional liquids; although he couldn’t speak, his condition was much better than before.

Eliza Hayes stayed by his side without leaving, massaging his muscles to aid recovery. She would use a soft towel, washing it in warm water, then gently wringing it out to wipe his skin.

Every day, Eliza Hayes dressed carefully, appearing in front of him in her best spirit.

"Caleb, don’t you want to meet your granddaughter? I’ve heard that Joy changes tremendously every day, has gained a lot of flesh recently, and her skin has gotten whiter."

While gently wiping his body, she spoke softly with a smile, "Since this child came into the world, good things have been happening in the family."

"...Eliza."

The middle-aged woman, bending over to wipe his arm, paused for a second upon hearing this soft call and looked up suddenly.

She met Caleb Lancaster’s calm yet seemingly filled with innumerable emotions eyes.

There were only the two of them in the room, and when their gazes locked, the silence was profound enough to hear a pin drop.

"Eliza." The man leaned back against the headboard, his thin lips moved slightly, clearly calling her once again.

The middle-aged woman’s eyes instantly filled with tears!

"Caleb..." She quickly put down the towel, sat on the edge of the bed, and tightly held his hand, "You remember me?"

He remembered all along.

It’s just that the sudden feeling of being thrust into the future left him feeling insecure; it took several days for him to recover.

"Thank you." All the words converged into one sentence.

Because throughout this period, he had heard countless heartfelt words from his wife, twenty years of hope and waiting.

Of course, he was unaware of Victor Peterson’s affair; Eliza Hayes wouldn’t be foolish enough to discuss that with him.

In any case, from start to finish, her heart was always with him, loving only him during these twenty years.

Eliza Hayes just looked at him, finally couldn’t hold back her tears, embraced him tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck, and began to sob.

The bitterness and grievances of twenty years overflowed at that moment.