CHAPTER 774: CHAPTER 774: THE OLD WOMAN’S REGRET

The old man gazed at her for a long time, as past memories slowly emerged in his mind, with a loving gaze tinged with some regretful tears.

The old man missed her little star again... If the star hadn’t disappeared that year, she would probably be around her age now, right?

"Mom?" Ian Fletcher came to the bedside, bent over, and gently called out.

This call brought back the old man’s thoughts and also her gaze that lingered on Faye Turner’s face.

Ian Fletcher leaned closer and asked with concern, "Is there anywhere you’re still uncomfortable?"

The old man had come back to her senses, her thoughts pulled back to reality by him, realizing her previous loss of composure, she quickly released her hand.

"No, I’m not uncomfortable anywhere." The old man looked at Faye Turner again and said to her, "Thank you, Faye."

Upon hearing the old man no longer call her Mrs. Lancaster, but affectionately Faye.

Faye Turner smiled gently, her eyes soft, "You’re welcome, Grandma, my husband and Chase are good friends, and you’re also our elder."

The old man nodded, feeling very comforted, "Such a good child, be happy."

"Mm-hmm." She nodded happily, her happiness written all over her face.

After Faye Turner and Adrian Lancaster bade farewell to the elders of the Fletcher Family, they left here.

Before they left, Mr. Fletcher invited them to stay for dinner, but they declined politely, saying they had a beloved daughter at home.

Faye Turner explained the precautions for decocting the medicine to Mrs. Fletcher, who noted them down one by one.

After the Lamborghini drove away, in the spacious and bright master bedroom of the Fletcher Family.

The old man really couldn’t sleep, lying on the bed, she turned her eyes to her daughter who was still accompanying her—

"Summer, don’t you think... this Mrs. Lancaster resembles your second sister a lot?"

Summer Hughes looked at the old man, "..." How was that even related? Not a bit alike!

The old man furrowed her brow slightly, pondering, "That demeanor, really has some resemblance..."

"Mom, are you thinking of the star again?" The gentle middle-aged woman sat down at the bedside, holding her hand with concern, "Were you faint because of missing too much? Recently, everyone seems to remind you of your second sister."

The old man took a deep breath and sighed heavily, tears involuntarily welling up in her eyes.

"I’m sorry..." Summer Hughes felt apologetic, her heart heavy.

The old man looked at the ceiling, murmuring, "Once I feel better, I want to visit Jadepoint."

"Alright, I’ll have Nathan come pick you up." Summer Hughes immediately agreed, she was particularly dutiful.

As a rule, as long as it was something her elderly mother wanted to do, she would unconditionally agree, fulfilling all her mother’s wishes.

The butler soon grabbed the medicine, and a maid had already gone to the kitchen to brew it.

In the bedroom, Summer Hughes accompanied her mother, chatting with her since the old lady couldn’t sleep, trying to talk about things that would make her happy.

"How has Kylie been lately? She’s in the entertainment industry, and I’m always uneasy about it, afraid she might be wronged." The old man’s topic turned heavy again.

As people get older, it seems, they tend to worry about everyone around them.

"She loves this industry, and as the child grows up, her thoughts aren’t under our control even a bit. Since she’s signed with President Lancaster’s company, there’s no hidden rules, and no one dares to do anything to her, rest assured, everything is fine so far."

"For girls, I’m just afraid they’ll get the short end of the stick." The old man sighed lightly, thinking of that missing child again, "And I still don’t know if the star is dead or alive, alas."

This is a weighty topic, every time Summer Hughes never knew how to respond, nor would she bring it up in front of her second sister.

This is the deepest pain in the hearts of the Hughes Family and The Xavier Family.

A large family with a vast estate, originally blessed with both sons and daughters, was the greatest happiness in the world... But the daughter born to the second sister went missing at four or five years old, separated from the family...

Downstairs.

Chase Fletcher stood in front of the living room’s floor-to-ceiling window, hearing that grandma was not seriously hurt, his heart, which had been on edge, finally relaxed.

Having just checked the weather forecast, he couldn’t help but worry about Rachel Sherman.

He had dialed Rachel Sherman’s number several times, but couldn’t get through.

The typhoon had already hit for several hours, and the situation in that city was not optimistic, with news everywhere reporting on rescues.