novelraw Chapter 379: An Especially Good Daughter-in-law
Chapter 379: An Especially Good Daughter-in-law
So, she was even more certain that he was conscious.
His condition wasn’t as bad as the medical records described.
But at the same time, Faye Turner also understood that a person who has been controlled for a long time couldn’t possibly trust anyone easily.
It would take a lot of time for him to let down his guard.
So even if Faye Turner told him now that she could save him, Caleb Lancaster wouldn’t believe it.
Moreover, a person who has been isolated for a long time might have already lost the ability to communicate and express themselves.
This matter truly couldn’t be rushed.
Faye sighed lightly, suddenly feeling the weight of the responsibility.
Turning her gaze out the window, today’s sunlight was particularly bright, and the sky was a clear blue.
She saw hope again; after all, she had managed to get him out.
"Dad, the weather is really nice today, and the begonias outside have bloomed. Shall I take you out for some fresh air?" Her lips carried a hint of a smile, and her tone was cheerful.
The man responded with silence.
Faye took it as his agreement.
Thus, she came to his back, grasped the chair’s backrest, and with a little effort, changed its direction, carefully pushing him towards the door.
Faye thought, he must long for freedom, right?
It was said that on that Mid-Autumn Festival, Grandpa insisted he come down to participate in the blessing ceremony. It was the first time in nearly twenty years that he left that cage.
The thought of it was heartbreaking.
After the door opened, Adrian Lancaster’s men outside quickly asked, "Madam, do you need help?"
"No, thank you, there’s an elevator." Faye gave everyone a gentle smile, "I’m just taking Dad downstairs for a walk; we’ll be back soon. Carry on with your work."
"Alright." The men hurried forward and helped press the elevator button for her.
Faye thought, how much a person who’s been locked inside must yearn for freedom - being able to take him out to feel the breeze is such a luxury, isn’t it?
She must make such luxury a routine.
The yard in front of the villa was very spacious, with lush green grass and an expansive view, where some begonias bloomed brightly.
When the breeze passed by, a faint floral fragrance permeated the air.
The weather today was truly good, with a crisp autumn sky, and the sky was as blue as a wash.
The wheelchair was very easy to push, requiring no effort.
The warm sun shone on Caleb Lancaster, the gentle breeze ruffled his hair, he inhaled the floral scent in the air, and felt a long-lost sense of freedom.
But he couldn’t show any excitement, afraid of revealing his emotions, so he closed his eyes.
Faye pushed the wheelchair through the garden, a gentle smile on her lips, and didn’t talk much to him along the way, just taking him for a circle around the garden.
There was no dead angle for security here, with Adrian Lancaster’s men posted every ten meters, and strict guards at the gate.
In short, it was very secure!
But the atmosphere was also a bit heavy, with these ever-visible men; she wondered if Caleb would feel pressured.
Faye had considered this issue, but there was nothing she could do. She was also worried that Eliza Hayes would send someone to cause trouble.
Thinking of the time Eliza forced her to drink abortion drugs made her mood somber, and filled her with fear.
The baby really had a big fate.
As she walked, she withdrew her thoughts, pushing the wheelchair while speaking to him—
"Dad, all these people are sent by your son; they are here to protect your safety, so he truly cares about you." Even though there wasn’t much interaction between them.
"Adrian, well, he’s been quite busy with work lately. Once this busy period is over, he’ll often come to accompany you too."
Faye was indeed a good wife, working hard to mediate, starting from the ties of blood and family.
It was getting a bit windy...
Faye stopped walking, crouched in front of Caleb Lancaster, and reached to pull the blanket up around him, worried he might catch a cold.
The seriously ill middle-aged man still tilted his head, his eyes still void of light, and his face showed no reaction.
Faye meticulously adjusted the small details of the blanket, then gave him a slight smile before standing up.
She came behind him again, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair blown by the wind behind his ear, grasped the chair handles with both hands, and continued to push him forward, heading towards the living room.
This scene was incredibly warm and beautiful.