When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 714: Handing the Letter to Father

If my wife hadn’t mentioned it today, Adrian Lancaster would probably have almost forgotten about these three letters.

And his wife had always been a wise person.

So, Adrian Lancaster followed her suggestion, "Alright, I’ll take the one for Dad over to him later, and I’ll keep the one for Mom here until she gets better."

"Okay."

Faye Turner also agreed with this decision.

The letters must be long, and every word might be quite piercing, because the person writing the letter and the person reading it are not in the same place.

The content of this letter will surely deliver a strong emotional impact on Mother-in-law; she’s recovering from an injury.

"Let’s go back to the old house for dinner. I told Grandpa we’d go back after you finish work."

Faye Turner smiled lightly, her tone relaxed, "I went to see Mom this morning, and her condition is better than I expected."

"Hmm." He nodded, "Take out the letter, let’s go back now."

Having received his permission, Faye Turner opened the drawer and took out the letter again, with "Caleb Lancaster" written on it.

The letter felt substantial, indicating it contained quite a lot.

She handed the letter to Adrian Lancaster, hoping he would take it to him.

Adrian Lancaster hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take it, wrapping his arm around his wife’s shoulder, leading her downstairs.

In the yard, Mr. Kerr opened the door of the Lamborghini, and the two of them got into the car one after the other.

Soon, the car drove away towards the sunset.

Caleb Lancaster was in much better spirits today. After his morning IV, he had been in the master bedroom keeping his wife company.

With his company, Eliza Hayes felt no pain in the wound on her back, and she was filled with happiness.

Now it was his turn to sit in the wheelchair by the bedside, holding her hand, gently comforting her, "Don’t worry, focus on getting better, keep a good mindset."

"Yes, yes."

"Eliza, listen to me." Caleb Lancaster suddenly became serious, "Never do something so foolish again."

"Caleb." The middle-aged woman had tears in her eyes, smiling slightly, "I managed to find you with great difficulty; how could I be willing to lose you? I won’t allow anyone to hurt you."

He was genuinely moved, deeply moved.

Because in that instant, it was truly instinctive, there was no time for thought.

"Get well soon, from now on, it’s my turn to protect you." The man leaned slightly forward, placing her hand, grasped in his, against his face.

Soon, it was dinner time.

Adrian Lancaster and Faye Turner returned, greeted Grandpa downstairs, and went upstairs to see their mother.

Then they pushed their father’s wheelchair into the elevator, taking him downstairs for dinner together.

Eliza Vance lay on her side on the bed, taken care of by the servant, with an uncontrollable smile on her face.

After dinner, Faye Turner found a chance to play chess with Grandpa, and Adrian Lancaster had some time alone with his father.

"Dad, shall I accompany you for a walk in the yard?" He offered.

"Alright."

Adrian’s intention was to push the wheelchair for a walk, but Caleb Lancaster had almost recovered; he could stand and walk on his own, though not for too long, as it would be tiring. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

So, when he stood up, Adrian felt his father was incredibly tall, like a towering mountain.

He experienced a momentary daze where he realized he had a father, a father’s love.

"Shall we go, Adrian?"

His father’s warm voice pulled him back from his thoughts, and Adrian Lancaster nodded, following his father’s steps outside.

Spring had arrived, the cold dissipated, greenery settled in, and life was vibrant everywhere.

Most of the flowers in the yard had bloomed, the air filled with floral fragrances, delightful and refreshing.

Tonight was exceptionally beautiful, with a bright, high-hanging full moon.

This setting was suitable for reminiscing about the past and remembering those gone.

"Dad, this letter was handwritten by Claire Keller for you. I haven’t read it myself, it’s just... I’ve had it for a while, always wondering whether to give it to you." Using her name directly indicated a dislike for that woman.

Saying this, he handed the letter to his father.