CHAPTER 734: CHAPTER 734: WHAT MUST BE FACED, MUST BE FACED

That woman even has the audacity to say in her letter—

Looking back, the past years were glorious and have all gone by, a light boat has passed tens of thousands of mountains.

Looking forward, flowers see us off on our journey, may you and I have a long road ahead as brilliant as ever.

She and Caleb don’t need his blessings! She is Mrs. Lancaster herself, Caleb’s wife, her life ought to be as brilliant as the long road ahead.

Caleb Lancaster could understand his wife’s feelings, and he also hated himself for not handling this relationship properly. He felt guilty towards Claire Keller and even more towards Eliza Hayes.

The affection of these two women, he could never repay in his lifetime, he would always owe someone.

But thankfully Eliza Hayes loved Caleb Lancaster deeply, so with his comfort, she didn’t make a fuss with him—quickly forcing herself to calm down.

Objectively speaking, being taken away twenty years ago was not Caleb’s conscious choice.

So...

Caleb Lancaster comforted her and helped dry her tears, "Alright, Eliza, don’t cry, for the rest of my life, I will be by your side every single day."

"Mr. Lancaster, Mrs. Lancaster, it’s time for dinner." Outside, the servant’s voice rang again, just in time.

Caleb Lancaster glanced back, "Alright, we’ll be right there."

The servant turned and left, unaware of what had transpired.

In the bedroom, he embraced his wife again, "No more tears, these twenty years we missed, let’s treat it as fate’s test for us."

Indeed, we’ve met again... which means fate isn’t exhausted.

That day, his wife unhesitatingly shielded him from the scissors, which deeply moved Caleb Lancaster.

Eliza Hayes raised her tear-filled eyes, "You and her... really have no contact? She wrote to you, didn’t she?" A woman’s intuition is always accurate.

After twenty years together, suddenly being taken away, Claire Keller must also feel emptiness inside— must have countless words she wants to express to him, right?

"She wrote, and I read it, then tore it up." Caleb Lancaster confessed, "No contact information, and no intention to reply, I have no thoughts about her. I just want to cherish the person in front of me and make up for these twenty years that I owe."

He spoke so sincerely, so earnestly, that she couldn’t help but forgive, nor resist letting go, after all, they’re not eighteen anymore.

Caleb Lancaster cupped her face, kissing her lips actively and tenderly, only wanting to tell her that his love is real.

This scene, inexplicably touching, two people in their fifties, overwhelmed by emotion, passionately kissing.

Downstairs, Faye Turner held Joy, gently singing a lullaby to coax her to sleep.

Little darling lay quietly in her mother’s arms, her eyelashes black and long, her skin soft as silk.

"Madam, let me take the young lady, you go have dinner first." The housekeeper took the child from her arms, gently placing her in a nearby cradle.

Adrian Lancaster draped his arm around his wife’s shoulder, guiding her to stand and walk towards the dining room. Since becoming a father, he couldn’t repress the smile on his face, brimming with happiness! As if the entire world only had his daughter.

"Did you give the letter to Mom?" Faye Turner glanced over.

"Yes, I did."

"Dad went up too." Faye Turner told him, "He’s not down yet." She couldn’t help but worry, wondering what’s happening upstairs at this moment?

And Adrian Lancaster pondered, saying, "There are things that can’t be skipped, it’s better to clarify than to keep guessing. These twenty years can’t be hidden, someday, my mom will ask me how I found Dad."

"Yes."

So, when the couple arrived in the dining room, a servant informed him that they had already called for Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster upstairs.

"No rush, let’s wait a bit longer, don’t hurry them."

"Okay."

About ten minutes later, Caleb Lancaster walked in with his arm around Eliza Hayes’ shoulder, and at this moment, the old patriarch also entered the dining room. Tonight’s dinner was very sumptuous, with dazzling lights.