CHAPTER 769: CHAPTER 769: VERY SIMILAR TO MRS. LANCASTER

Ian Fletcher and Summer Hughes stood in the lush green yard, with the enormously extravagant mansion behind them, looking particularly magnificent.

The couple watched the two cars depart, and by then, night had already fallen, and the sky was sprinkled with twinkling stars.

It wasn’t until the two cars were out of sight that Mrs. Fletcher turned to look at Mr. Fletcher. He was tall and handsome, and as he set aside the joy of closing a deal, his expression gradually turned serious, even letting out a soft sigh.

Mrs. Fletcher inquired, "What do you think about Rachel Sherman?"

Mr. Fletcher turned to look at his gentle and beautiful wife, then turned to walk toward the living room.

Ian was ten years older than Summer; he was more steady, restrained, a typical traditional gentleman, and his thoughts were relatively conservative.

He had only loved one person all his life, so he was particularly averse to divorce.

Summer also turned and followed him into the living room.

The couple sat on the sofa, the woman picked up a cup of water from the coffee table, her gaze resting on him, waiting for him to answer the previous question.

"With President Lancaster and Mrs. Lancaster coming today, I’m afraid there’s no way to disagree," Mr. Fletcher stated bluntly, but with a slight frown. As a father, he had to consider his son’s happiness above all else.

Mrs. Fletcher also noticed that President Lancaster and Mrs. Lancaster came today because of Rachel Sherman.

Although nothing was explicitly said, their stance was very clear; they supported Chase being with Rachel.

"But if Rachel’s personality has issues and is indeed unsuitable for marriage, we still need to reconsider," Mr. Fletcher said. "The reason for the divorce can’t be entirely the man’s fault. You and I don’t know the whole story."

Listening to this, Mrs. Fletcher fell into deep thought. She withdrew her gaze, took a sip of the water in her cup, but didn’t express her own opinion.

If it’s a destined match, it cannot be blocked.

If it’s not, it will fall apart sooner or later.

Perhaps it’s better to leave it to fate?

On the way to take Rachel home, under the beautiful moonlight, Chase Fletcher was driving, holding her hand with his other hand, the warmth from their palms transmitting between them.

He turned to look at her, his gaze full of gentleness, "Rachel, are you firmly choosing to be with me?" Wasn’t it her who let her friends come over to help?

Chase obviously realized too, tonight President Lancaster and Mrs. Lancaster came exactly for Rachel.

Rachel turned to look at him, just staring at him, his eyes deep.

He smiled gently; she was filled with emotion, "Chase, what exactly do you like about me?" She had never thought that she, Rachel Sherman, would be loved in this lifetime.

Chase took her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it, pondering for a few seconds, "Can’t really say, but I just really want to be with you, really want to be part of your remaining life."

Her smile was one of rare comfort, because she had decided to bravely take this step.

The same night, Ben Fletcher was driving his grandmother home after a walk in the park.

On the way, his grandmother finally asked him, "Ben, don’t you think that Mrs. Lancaster looks very much like your aunt?"

Ben was taken aback, turned to look at the elder, "Granny, so you’ve been pondering this all along? No wonder you seemed distracted during the walk."

"Not pondering, just their silhouettes keep overlapping in my mind, really look so alike." The elder recalled, "That feeling is very, very similar."

Ben drove, shaking his head, "Not alike, not alike at all! Who’s my aunt? She’s the renowned Mrs. Xavier in Jadepoint, a lady from an aristocratic family, with prestigious grace, while Mrs. Lancaster is just a commoner. How can they compare? It’s only because she married Adrian Lancaster that she has any halo!"

With his outright denial, Granny Hughes didn’t say anything further, realizing they weren’t on the same page, and talking about it seemed pointless.

The elder turned to look out the car window, and couldn’t help but think of the granddaughter who went missing twenty years ago.

Small in stature, with jet-black hair and bright eyes, she was a beautiful child, but sadly...