novelraw Chapter 397: Adrian Lancaster Was Prepared All Along
Chapter 397: Adrian Lancaster Was Prepared All Along
Feeling the longing and sadness emanating from his daughter-in-law, the old man said to her, "I won’t stop you; it’s something you can decide for yourself."
"But..." She looked troubled, fearing to say too much and let something slip, "I’m worried they won’t let me see him, so I want to ask you to accompany me."
The old man’s gaze lingered on her face for a long time, "Have you been there?"
The woman shook her head, "No, I haven’t."
"Then how do you know they won’t let you see him?"
"I...I guessed."
Their gazes met, and in the late autumn wind, the scent of osmanthus mingled.
But she had inquired around; she had a pretty good grasp of what was going on inside: heavily guarded.
The old man pondered, looking at her, sick with longing. He also wanted to know about Caleb’s situation, so he agreed, "Let’s have breakfast first; after that, we’ll go together."
"Alright, Dad." Her face was calm, but inside, she was delighted.
Eliza Hayes turned, walking alongside the old man.
She carried a deadly pill with her, having no other choice, for the information she received was that—
There were resident doctors inside, bodyguards everywhere, and people came frequently to deliver reports.
She knew clearly that Adrian Lancaster was investigating her.
And only if this man died would it all end.
After breakfast, Nanny Warren did not accompany them.
Eliza Hayes sat in the old man’s car, the window rolled down, and the wind blowing in couldn’t disperse the sorrow in her heart.
Bits and pieces of the past flashed like movie scenes in her mind; this long life was a complicated book.
The truth mingled with lies, lies mingled with truth, life was like a play, and the play was like life.
Twenty minutes later.
The old man’s car came to a halt in front of Caleb Lancaster’s villa.
The large iron gate was tightly shut.
Inside stood two black-suited bodyguards, tall and burly, wearing sunglasses.
The driver opened the car door and quietly reported, "Elder Master, we aren’t being let in."
The old man wore a stern expression, first planting his expensive dragon-headed cane to the ground; only then did the two bodyguards inside realize who was in the car.
But they had no intention of opening the gate to welcome them.
After the old man got out, the two bodyguards greeted respectfully through the iron gate, "Greetings, Elder Master."
Subsequently, Eliza Hayes also got out of the car.
These two thought for a moment and offered a simple greeting, "Greetings, Madam."
Here, Eliza Hayes was on the blacklist; she didn’t get along with our President Lancaster.
"Open the gate, what are you standing there for?" The elder master’s tone wasn’t heavy, but his demeanor was imposing, intending to walk through.
"Apologies, Elder Master, I can’t open the gate for you." The bodyguard politely and respectfully bowed again.
The old man’s expression changed as he momentarily thought he misheard.
Eliza Hayes slowly turned her gaze, watching the change in the old man’s expression.
Two minutes passed, and seeing that these two had no intention of opening the gate, the old man asked with a commanding tone, "You won’t open even if I’ve come? I want to see my son!"
"President Lancaster specifically instructed that even if you come, the gate should not be opened." The response was unequivocal.
The old man was shocked in his heart.
Adrian Lancaster seemed to have anticipated today’s confrontation and had prepared in advance.
These words made Eliza Hayes anxious inside, yet she couldn’t voice it.
The old man didn’t argue for long because he knew Adrian Lancaster’s trained subordinates were loyal to him and him alone.
Saying more would be a futile exercise, bruising his pride.
"Let’s go, let’s go." The old man frowned and looked at his daughter-in-law.
Just as Eliza Hayes wanted to make another effort, the elder master turned and walked back to the car, the driver opening the door again.