Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce

Chapter 262: Chapter 262: Forever a Good Big Sister

Held firmly in Adrian Lancaster’s arm, Wren Sutton glanced down at the threshold before walking inside with a steady gait.

Adrian Lancaster stayed by her side, their posture natural and intimate.

Finn Foster took in their every interaction. Adrian called her his wife as naturally as he breathed.

Adrian Lancaster’s protective gestures toward Wren were incredibly practiced, radiating an indisputable intimacy and possessiveness.

Before this ordinary yet undeniable reality, the last faint ripple of hope in Finn Foster’s heart quietly subsided.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, forcing a brighter smile, then turned and strode quickly to the kitchen to help bring out the dishes.

The spread was lavish, a table full of authentic, fragrant home-cooked dishes.

Granny Foster came out of the kitchen carrying a large bowl of golden chicken soup. The broth was rich, with a few glistening droplets of oil and finely chopped green scallions floating on top.

The old woman cheerfully introduced the dish, "The chicken is one of our own. I’ve been stewing it all afternoon. It’s very nourishing! Claire, Adrian, you two drink up. You can’t find something this authentic in the city."

"Thank you, Granny. You’ve worked so hard." Adrian Lancaster stood up, intending to take the soup bowl from her.

"How can we let a guest carry this? I’ll get it."

Finn Foster darted forward, steadily took the large bowl from his grandmother’s hands, and carefully placed it in the center of the table with swift, deft movements.

He had a smile on his face, and his forehead was dotted with fine beads of sweat from the kitchen’s heat.

Once all the dishes were on the table, everyone gathered around the circular table.

"Adrian, would you like a drink? I can have Finn go get some," Granny Foster asked.

Adrian Lancaster replied, "Granny, thank you for the offer, but I have to take care of the children tonight, so I won’t be drinking."

Granny Foster smiled in satisfaction. "Alright then. We’ll all have soft drinks instead."

"Sounds good."

Everyone toasted, and the atmosphere livened up.

"Dig in, everyone!"

"Make yourselves at home. Don’t be shy."

Granny Foster enthusiastically served Wren some food.

"Claire, this cured pork with garlic sprouts—I learned how to make it from your maternal grandmother. I remember you loved this dish as a child."

"And this steamed fish, it’s fresh. I’ve already removed all the bones, so you can eat without worry."

"This is a seasonal wild vegetable. It won’t be around after this month. It might not look like much, but it’s very nutritious."

The bowl in front of Wren Sutton was soon piled high like a small mountain, leaving her not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Seeing this, Adrian Lancaster naturally pushed his own plate over and took Wren’s mountain-like bowl.

"Everything Granny served you is a token of her affection. Eat slowly. I’ll help you with what you can’t finish."

As he spoke, he calmly picked some food from her bowl and placed it on his own plate.

With everyone watching, Wren didn’t stop Adrian.

Mrs. Sutton and Granny Foster saw this, and both of their eyes curved into crescents as they smiled.

Adrian Lancaster didn’t just take care of his wife; he didn’t forget the children either.

Owen and Nina were settled in two high chairs placed side by side. In front of them were their own little bowls and spoons, filled with a steamed egg custard specially prepared by Mrs. Sutton.

The two little ones, drawn by the aroma, babbled and waved their small hands.

Adrian first scooped up a small spoonful, blew on it gently to cool it down, tested the temperature, and carefully fed his daughter, Nina.

Nina opened her little mouth and ate it with satisfaction, getting a little bit on the corner of her lips.

Wren took a small, soft towel and wiped her daughter’s mouth.

The couple worked together in perfect harmony, one feeding their daughter while the other fed their son.

Despite the distraction of having two little ones to care for, the rhythm of the meal wasn’t disrupted at all. Instead, it added a lively and homey warmth to the table.

Finn Foster didn’t say much. He ate quietly for the most part, only offering a few brief words when Mrs. Sutton or his grandmother asked him something.

His gaze no longer deliberately followed Wren. Only occasionally, when everyone burst into laughter at some amusing story, would his eyes inadvertently skim across Wren’s smiling face before quickly looking away.

Adrian Lancaster was also a man of few words, but he was consistently attentive, serving Wren food and taking care of her throughout the meal.

Toward Finn, his attitude was polite but detached, as if treating an ordinary junior from the neighborhood.

"What kind of work do you do in the city?"

Finn Foster answered, self-possessed, "I sell outdoor sports equipment."

Adrian Lancaster nodded. "That’s a very dynamic industry. Keep up the good work; you have a bright future ahead."

The calm and sense of control unique to a mature man silently emanated from him, gently yet clearly setting him apart from everyone else at the table.

After dinner, Finn proactively cleared the table and took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them.

Wren wanted to help but was stopped by Granny Foster.

"You go play with the children for a bit, or take a walk in the yard with Adrian to help with digestion. Just let Finn handle this little bit of work."

Wren couldn’t refuse, so she and Adrian Lancaster each held a child and walked out into Granny Foster’s small courtyard.

Dusk was settling in. The distant mountains were the color of dark ink, and a nearby old tree cast its dancing shadows.

In the courtyard, there was an old well, with some scallions, garlic, and flowers planted beside it, filled with the simple charm of everyday life.

Adrian gently wrapped his arms around Wren’s waist from behind, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head. Together, they looked at the children in their arms.

Owen grabbed one of Adrian’s fingers, while Nina babbled and smiled at her mother.

The sound of running water came from the kitchen.

Finn Foster washed the dishes carefully. Through the window, he could see the silhouette of the family of four standing in an embrace in the courtyard.

So harmonious, so complete. It was like a perfectly balanced painting, one with no room left for anyone else.

He lowered his head and scrubbed the porcelain bowl in his hands with force until it was sparkling clean.

The last lingering trace of his youthful melancholy seemed to be washed away along with the grease.

He recalled the words his grandmother had just murmured to him.

’Claire is doing very well now. She married well, has both a son and a daughter, and her husband’s family is wealthy and influential. Plus, he knows how to take care of people. This is Claire’s good fortune.’

’Finn, my boy, Grandma knows what’s on your mind. You have to look forward, you can’t dwell on the past. You have your own life to live. Claire will always be your dear older sister.’

’That’s right, look forward.’

Finn Foster silently repeated to himself.

After tidying up the kitchen, he wiped his hands and walked out.

Out in the courtyard, Finn took a deep breath of the cool mountain air, his expression now open and cheerful.

"Wren, Brother-in-law, it gets cool in the mountains at night. Don’t let the kids stay in the wind for too long. Come back inside and sit down. I’ve boiled some water so we can have tea."

Wren turned around, her smile warm.

"Okay, we’re coming in. Finn, you’ve really worked hard."

"It was no trouble, it’s what I should do." Finn Foster smiled and waved his hand, his gaze clear and untroubled.

Being called "Brother-in-law" made Adrian Lancaster feel particularly pleased, and his gaze toward Finn Foster warmed considerably.

Finn Foster walked up and asked politely, "Brother-in-law, I’ve run into a few problems at work and was hoping to ask for your advice. I was wondering if you have some time?"

In a good mood, Adrian Lancaster readily agreed. "I do. Let’s go inside and talk."