When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 829: The Enemy Hiding in the Shadows
"Now it’s Joy’s turn to say she can’t imagine it." Faye Turner teased him, "What era is this? Still thinking about joining a family by marriage? When children grow up, they make their own decisions."
"But I really can’t bear it. No matter how remarkable the other person is, asking me to hand over my precious jewel to him, even if it’s right under my nose, it’s like cutting my own flesh." Adrian Lancaster felt a faint pain in his heart.
Seeing him already sad, Faye also felt quite sentimental, really afraid that time would pass by in a blur of ten or twenty years.
That’s why she particularly cherishes every day of the child’s growth now.
"Honey, I read a passage in a book before and found it very true."
"Tell me about it?" Adrian Lancaster patiently fed the baby food.
Faye cradled her daughter on the sofa, "Children come from us, but do not belong to us. She is an independent individual."
"A mother’s love is an appropriate retreat. The first is when the umbilical cord is cut, and the second is when breastfeeding ends."
"The third is when she walks, and the fourth is when she steps into kindergarten."
"The fifth is when she starts elementary school..."
"Her whole life is spent saying goodbye to us, and we spend our lives telling her to be careful on her journey."
These words made Adrian Lancaster even more melancholic because in a few months, the little one will be weaning.
In the same evening, in a certain industrial-style building, the rooftop was quite bare, not much decoration, with the lights on, the interior lighting was dim.
A man dressed in black stood by the window with arms crossed, behind him stood several underlings, and the man’s voice was hoarse—
"Still haven’t found a chance to strike? How long has it been? The money in hand is almost gone, isn’t it?"
When his voice fell, the room was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.
The underlings behind him lowered their heads, one of them replied, "Mrs. Lancaster has been staying with the child recently, she hardly goes out, and when she does, she is always accompanied, it’s really difficult to get a chance."
It’s been so long, yet Adrian Lancaster has not relaxed his vigilance.
The man spoke sternly, "Anyway, you took the money to do the job. It’s the rule of the underworld, and you need to act quickly."
"Yes, we have people constantly keeping watch."
"Do it quickly." The man’s voice was muffled, as if his vocal cords were damaged.
In the following days, after work Rachel Sherman returned to The Fletcher Family home, although not with Chase Fletcher.
June was being well taken care of at The Fletcher Family, obviously she had grown plumper, and Mr. Fletcher and Mrs. Fletcher genuinely accepted this granddaughter.
Rachel also felt this rare sincerity.
The Cove Serein Resort project, in cooperation with the Prestige Group, had been progressing particularly smoothly, and Mr. Fletcher kept following up on it.
Sometimes you might say it’s because of interests, but it’s not entirely, considering the emotional bond between Chase and Rachel.
"Auntie, thank you for your hard work." Rachel took the child from Mrs. Fletcher’s arms, "June, you can’t always make grandma carry you, she will get tired."
"No problem, no problem. I like carrying her." Mrs. Fletcher answered with a smile, "While I’m still young, I can manage. Have you considered marrying Chase and then having a second child soon?"
When she heard this, Rachel was utterly stunned. She stood up with June in her arms, looking at her with a bit of surprise, unsure of how to respond.
But Mrs. Fletcher smiled sincerely, not joking with her, and instead looked at her as if waiting for her answer.
Soon, a car’s headlights shone in as Chase Fletcher returned.
His car parked in the yard, and he soon opened the door and walked towards the living room.
"Papa, papa..." As soon as June saw him from afar, she started excitedly calling.
In fact, children don’t have memories; when Rachel divorced Dylan Shaw, June was only half a year old.
Later, she saw Chase Fletcher more and more frequently... and Chase was quite attentive to the child, so in her memory, there was only him.
