Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 288 - 205: He’s Quite Similar to Damian Fairchild
"Mm." Julian Fairchild responded, "Your mother hasn’t had any episodes in the past half month; you could say her condition is quite stable."
After speaking, he looked into Maeve Lane’s eyes, "She said she wants to see you."
"Okay... let’s go now." Maeve’s voice, filled with happiness, trembled a little.
"Mm."
A flicker of something dark passed through Julian’s eyes, his abnormality didn’t escape Maeve’s notice, "What’s wrong, aren’t you happy that Mom’s awake?"
"Happy."
"That’s good." Maeve felt as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her shoulders, her breathing becoming much easier.
...
The black Lincoln stopped in front of Fellsmere Asylum.
After the security confirmed their identities, the car slowly drove into the parking lot within the facility.
The confidentiality measures here were excellent, and many important figures came and went.
Therefore, Julian Fairchild and Maeve Lane did not wear masks.
Walking into the VIP corridor, they soon reached the designated floor. During this time, Julian kept holding her hand tightly.
However, Maeve was too excited and didn’t notice the man’s unusual behavior.
The elevator doors opened.
The familiar smell of disinfectant was still there, but to Maeve now, it no longer seemed as pungent.
In front of the familiar ward, Maeve saw a man dressed in a hip-hop outfit, with a brand-name over-ear headset hanging around his neck. The only hint of his identity was the white sterile gloves he wore while mixing medication.
An incongruous combination, yet it became inexplicably harmonious thanks to his handsome features and perfect physique.
As they say in certain circles, with proportions like that, even a potato sack would look good on him.
Hearing footsteps, the man turned his head and immediately met Maeve and Julian’s gaze.
Julian stood beside Maeve and introduced in a calm voice, "This is Felix Forrest."
Felix Forrest, the so-called miracle doctor.
Maeve nodded slightly towards him, then asked, "How is my mom’s condition?"
Felix looked Maeve up and down with an intrigued expression, "Is this your wife?"
Julian frowned, his voice cold, "Take your eyes off her."
"Oh, I was just curious." Felix cleared his throat, addressing Maeve, "It’s a bit tricky. Right now, it’s only temporarily stabilized. To fully recover, it might take some more time."
Regarding Rosalyn Jennings’ illness, Maeve had always had a knot in her heart. If it weren’t for the fact that she’d had minimal contact with the Lane Family due to Anson Lane during that time, she wouldn’t have learned about this from the news until half a month after her mother had an accident.
When she saw Rosalyn again, her mother was already incoherent, and Anson Lane had abandoned her alone in the villa that had been mortgaged for debt repayment!
Maeve estimated that before seeing her, Rosalyn hadn’t eaten for two days, let alone that she was a patient.
Her heart surged with resentment; if she hadn’t rushed back, wouldn’t Mom have starved to death there?
"Thank you. Can I go see her now?"
"Mm." Maeve suppressed the complex feelings in her heart and started to head inside, pulling Julian along.
However, he paused.
She suddenly recalled that during one of Rosalyn’s episodes, it was triggered when she mentioned Julian’s name.
Maeve turned around, lifting her eyes to Julian, "Let me go in first, if Mom’s doing well, you can come in later."
Julian fixed his gaze on her eyes, suddenly moved forward and kissed her forehead.
Maeve sensed something off about his emotions, frowning slightly, "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing."
Julian peered deeply inside, "Go see your mom."
"Mm." Maeve smiled slightly, "Thank you."
Thank you for doing so much for me.
"Mm." Julian simply replied, his eyes deep.
Maeve went in and gently closed the door.
She moved and breathed lightly, as if afraid to disturb the person inside.
Felix watched the girl’s departing back, raised an eyebrow, and smiled, "Interesting, did you offend your mother-in-law before she got sick?"
Julian coldly glared at him.
But Felix wasn’t intimidated, instead, he said with interest, "You really are quite like your big brother."
Julian narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp, "You know him?"
Felix’s eyes flickered, the words he spoke were intriguing, "Take a guess."
