Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 285 - 205: He’s Quite Similar to Damian Fairchild
"Mm." Julian Fairchild responded, "Aunt has not had any episodes in the past half month; her condition is quite stable."
After speaking, he looked into Maeve Lane’s eyes, "She said she wants to see you."
"Alright... let’s go now." Maeve Lane’s voice trembled with happiness.
"Mm."
A hint of darkness flashed in Julian Fairchild’s eyes, his anomaly did not escape Maeve Lane’s notice, "What’s wrong, aren’t you happy that mom woke up?"
"Happy."
"Glad to hear that." Maeve Lane felt as if a huge stone had been lifted off her shoulders, and her breathing became much smoother.
...
The black Lincoln stopped in front of Fellsmere Asylum.
After verifying identities, the car gradually drove into the parking lot.
The security measures here are well done, and many prominent figures come and go.
Thus, Julian Fairchild and Maeve Lane did not wear masks.
Walking into the VIP passage, they quickly arrived at the designated floor, during which Julian Fairchild continued to hold her hand tightly.
But Maeve Lane was too excited to notice the man’s abnormality.
The elevator doors opened.
It was still the familiar smell of disinfectant, yet for Maeve Lane now, it was no longer as pungent.
In front of the familiar ward, Maeve Lane saw a man in a hip-hop outfit, with over-ear headphones from a certain brand hanging around his neck, the only clue to his identity was the white sterile gloves he wore, while preparing medication.
Though mismatched, his handsome features and perfect physique rendered an inexplicable harmony.
In the words of the circle, this kind of golden ratio makes anything look good, even a sack.
Upon hearing footsteps, the man turned his head and immediately locked eyes with Maeve Lane and Julian Fairchild.
Julian Fairchild stood beside Maeve Lane and introduced in a calm voice, "This is Felix Forrest."
Felix Forrest, he was the famed doctor.
Maeve Lane nodded slightly at him, then asked, "How is my mom’s condition?"
Felix Forrest sized Maeve Lane up with an engaging gaze, "Is this your wife?"
Julian Fairchild frowned, his voice carrying a chill, "Move your eyes away."
"Oh, I was just curious." Felix Forrest cleared his throat and addressed Maeve Lane, "It’s somewhat tricky, currently only temporarily stabilized, to fully recover might still need some time."
Regarding Rosalyn Jennings’ illness, Maeve Lane always had a knot in her heart; if it weren’t for the estrangement due to Anson Lane, she would have learned the news from the family rather than half a month later through the media.
When she saw Rosalyn Jennings again, her consciousness had already blurred, and Anson Lane had actually left her alone in a villa that was repossessed for debt repayment!
By her estimate, before she saw her, Rosalyn Jennings hadn’t eaten for two days, not to mention she was ill.
Maeve Lane’s heart surged with hatred; if she hadn’t rushed back, her mother might have starved to death there.
"Thank you, can I see her now?"
"Mm." Maeve Lane suppressed her complex emotions and began to walk inside, pulling Julian Fairchild along.
The latter, however, stopped in his tracks.
She suddenly recalled that during Rosalyn Jennings’ previous episode, it was due to mentioning Julian Fairchild’s name.
Maeve Lane turned around, lifted her eyes to look at Julian Fairchild, "I’ll go in first, if mom’s condition is good, you can come in."
Julian Fairchild gazed into her eyes, then abruptly stepped forward and lowered his head to kiss her forehead.
Maeve Lane sensed something amiss in his mood and frowned slightly, "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing."
Julian Fairchild took a deep look inside, "Go see Aunt."
"Mm." Maeve Lane smiled lightly, "Thank you."
Thank you for doing so much for me.
"Mm." Julian Fairchild replied simply, but his eyes were deep.
Maeve Lane entered, then gently closed the door.
Her steps and breathing were light, as if fearing to disturb the person inside.
Felix Forrest watched the girl’s back as she entered, raising an eyebrow with a smile, "Interesting, before she got sick, did you offend your mother-in-law?"
Julian Fairchild shot him a cold glance.
Yet Felix Forrest not only wasn’t intimidated, but instead spoke with intrigue, "You are quite like your brother."
Julian Fairchild narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp, "You know him?"
Felix Forrest’s eyes flickered, his words laden with meaning, "You guess."
