Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 289 - 206: I Love You, Damian Fairchild

"...Ha." Julian Fairchild huffed a laugh from his throat and ignored him.

Felix Forrest also enjoyed the leisure, stuffing his hands in his pockets with a smile, "You two brothers are really strange."

Julian Fairchild leaned his head against the wall, glancing down at him from above, "None of your business."

"Your tempers seem to be made from the same mold." He chuckled aloud, "Back then, when I asked Damian Fairchild, he also said this."

"..."

"By the way, why does the Fairchild Family never set foot on Continent S? Clearly Damian Fairchild he..."

Julian Fairchild’s gaze grew colder, like icicles, "Shut up."

Felix Forrest: "..."

He spread both hands open, "Alright, alright, shut up, I’ll just make a phone call, okay?"

Julian Fairchild’s probing gaze swept over him, "Miles Hughes." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Here."

"Follow him."

"Yes."

Miles Hughes emerged from who knows where and bowed to Felix Forrest.

The latter’s mouth twitched slightly, "You don’t need to watch me so closely. I said I wouldn’t leave until I cured her illness."

"Please forgive us, Young Master Forrest. The master is just worried you’ll try to escape again, so he’s being cautious." Miles Hughes looked at him, his smile a bit stiff, "After all, you’ve attempted to escape ten times in the past month you’ve been here."

Felix Forrest said awkwardly, "I was just going out for a stroll; being cooped up all day in a mental hospital can’t be normal."

"And don’t you think there’s a problem here? As soon as I landed at the airport, dozens of armed guards in black surrounded my car, knocked me out without saying a word, and I woke up in a hospital! I thought I was in Italy... Who wouldn’t panic in such a situation?"

Miles Hughes smiled slightly, "After all, Young Master Forrest, you tricked us once before, so this time we simply ’invited’ you directly."

Felix Forrest scratched his head, "Well, uh, last time I was just a little held up."

"Enough." Julian Fairchild spat out two words from his thin lips, eyes closed, "Noisy."

Felix Forrest: "..."

Miles Hughes gestured with his hand, "Please, this way, Young Master Forrest."

Felix Forrest "Oh"ed, following him.

Once in the phone room, Miles Hughes opened the door for Felix Forrest, "Here we are."

Felix Forrest murmured in acknowledgment, then Miles Hughes handed him a phone, smiling, "Young Master Forrest, you should stop trying to act recklessly under the master’s watch, or it won’t end as smoothly as last time."

"Yeah, yeah." Felix Forrest responded perfunctorily twice.

Miles Hughes closed the door behind him.

Felix Forrest glanced at the phone in his hand, with its high-tech texture that clearly had been tampered with, "...Forget it, I’ll endure it. It’s just a year-long delay, it’s not intentional."

He directly dialed Yara Payne’s number.

As soon as the call connected, the other end abruptly started coughing.

Felix Forrest said coolly, "What’s up, niece? Did you choke on water because you’ve done too many guilty things?"

"Uncle, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t know Julian Fairchild would act so fast to catch you, oh right, I was just about to meet someone for a medical appointment today, Uncle..."

"Alright, I’m not blaming you."

"Uncle, you’re the best! Uncle, you’re as handsome and elegant as ever, overwhelmingly charming, so you definitely won’t tell my master, will you? Otherwise, I’d be grounded again, wah wah..."

Felix Forrest laughed in exasperation, "You’ve really polished those verbal skills over the years? You rattled off all that without a hitch."

"Those are heartfelt words, how could heartfelt words get stuck? So Uncle, you’re not going to tattle, right? I don’t want to go back to Continent S, wah wah wah..."

"I won’t, I won’t." Felix Forrest rubbed his forehead with a headache, "From childhood to now, I don’t know how many times you’ve tricked me... Oh, is my little flower doing alright?"

"You mean this little cactus? It’s doing fine."

"It has a name."

Yara Payne hesitated, looking at the tall, spiky cactus by the window, her mouth twitching, "Little Flower is doing well."

"Take care of her over these days."

"Oh."

"Beep, beep, beep—"

Yara Payne put down the phone, grumbling, "Was that call just about it?"

...

Felix Forrest immediately dialed another number.

This time, the ringtone played for a long time.

After about twenty seconds or so, the call was answered.

A lively girl’s voice came through, carrying a hint of lazy weariness, "Who?"

"Damian Fairchild?" Felix Forrest raised an eyebrow, "Have you patched things up?"

"No."

After saying that, the phone suddenly emitted the sound of something heavy dropping, as if it had been thrown at someone’s feet.

Soon after, a voice like a demon from hell spoke, laden with enormous pressure, "Lin, Fan!"

Felix Forrest silently moved the phone away from his ear.