CHAPTER 3: CHAPTER 3: VISITING GRANDPA AT THE HOSPITAL

Just got hit on the head, relying on his basic skills, the bully was immediately furious, "Damn it! Do you all have a death wish!"

One by one, they jumped off the car intending to teach the other side a lesson.

But they were counterattacked as soon as they made a move, clearly the enemy was stronger and they were weaker.

Faye Turner saw them quickly beaten down to the ground, clutching their stomachs and howling in pain, begging for mercy.

"Ouch, spare me, hero, I was wrong, please stop hitting."

The car door was open, and a still-shaken Faye Turner saw this scene, her body becoming even more rigid; who were these people?

Was she jumping from the wolf’s den into the tiger’s lair?

"Madam, please step out of the car." Until a man took off his sunglasses and bowed to her respectfully.

Faye Turner slowly came to her senses and looked at him, "..." at one point doubting she had heard wrong!

The man was gentle, "We are here under Mr. Lancaster’s orders to find you, sorry we arrived late and frightened you."

Faye Turner regained her composure, got out of the car with a cautious heart, but immediately noticed a few cars parked not far away, among them the one that drove away from the front of the civil affairs bureau.

Is it really him?

Surrounded by moaning in grief, she glanced again at the wicked bully collapsed at her feet.

"Please don’t worry, madam, we’ll hand this over to the police." The man’s tone was respectful, pointing, "Mr. Lancaster is waiting for you in that car."

"Thank you." Faye Turner was nervous, but did not forget her manners.

She stepped forward and stood beside the open car door of the Lamborghini, catching a glimpse of the man’s perfect profile inside.

He appeared so timely.

"Who exactly are you?" Faye Turner frowned and asked, unsure of his identity but sensing his extraordinary abilities.

Adrian Lancaster turned his gaze, his features handsome, "I’m your husband." Those indifferent and detached eyes assessed her, "Get in the car, come with me to see Grandpa."

"Can you do me one more favor?" Faye Turner stood beside the car meeting his gaze, lowering her stance, "Please save my mother."

The girl’s eyes held anxious tears but elicited no pity from the man.

"Come visit Grandpa at the hospital with me first." Adrian Lancaster glanced at his watch, having no time to waste; Grandpa had just called to urge him.

She knew she wasn’t in a position to negotiate terms with him; even though his handsome face showed no trace of anger, his deep eyes constantly fixed on her, making Faye Turner’s hands and feet cold.

She had no choice but to get in the car, obediently sitting beside him.

The car door closed, the Lamborghini heading to the hospital.

Throughout the journey, he remained silent, and she dared not speak, the atmosphere stifling.

Faye Turner’s mind was filled with worry for her mother, suspecting Vincent Turner had tendencies toward domestic violence.

As the car was nearing its destination, Adrian Lancaster spoke to her, "Cheer Grandpa up, and I can save your mother."

The girl abruptly turned her eyes to him, observing this elegantly handsome profile.

She knew he must have thoroughly investigated her family situation; otherwise, how would he have appeared so precisely?

He possessed the steadiness of a mature man, yet was unfathomable.

"Thank you, Mr. Lancaster." Faye Turner expressed her sincere gratitude.

Adrian Lancaster frowned displeasedly, prompting the girl to quickly correct herself, "Thank you, Adrian."

Ten minutes later, in the hospital room.

"Grandpa."

Seeing the most cherished granddaughter-in-law holding the arm of his beloved grandson as they appeared together, like a perfect couple.

Although suffering from a mild cold, Grandpa Lancaster, sitting next to the bed, beamed with joy.

"This is wonderful! You fulfilled Grandpa’s wish by being together, quick! Show Grandpa the marriage certificate!"

"Grandpa, why don’t you believe it yet?" Adrian Lancaster’s demeanor was gentle, as if he had become a different person, obediently handing over the marriage certificate.

Faye Turner also brought hers and handed it to the elderly man.

The old man took the red booklets, examining them repeatedly. Compared to Grandpa’s joy, Adrian Lancaster appeared serene; in this life, if he couldn’t marry Sienna, it made no difference whom he married.

The old man returned the marriage certificates, joyously taking hold of the young couple’s hands, placing the girl’s hand in the man’s palm.

Adrian Lancaster instinctively felt a bit of resistance, but he restrained it, forced to hold Faye Turner’s hand tightly.

Faye Turner felt a little nervous, having never engaged in close contact with a boy before, a bit uneasy, bashfully turning her eyes to look at him.

His appearance was extraordinarily beautiful, his demeanor composed and refined, exuding a sense of aloofness and coldness; he never looked at her, leaving her only his profile.

The warmth of their palms intertwined.

Grandpa tightly held the young couple’s hands, speaking earnestly, "Now that you are married, you are family. You must support each other."