Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 291 - 206: I Love You, Damian Fairchild (Part 3)

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The hospital room was filled with the intoxicating scent of flowers.

Rosalyn Jennings was arranging a bouquet in her hands; she had always loved flower arranging, and her work could be found throughout the Lane Family home.

Maeve Lane walked up behind her and softly called, "Mom."

The woman trembled all over, looking in disbelief toward the source of the voice.

"Zoe?" Rosalyn Jennings was so overwhelmed she was trembling, staring in surprise at the girl in front of her.

She slowly walked forward and tightly grasped Maeve Lane’s arm, "Is it you, Zoe?"

"It’s me." Maeve Lane placed her palm on Rosalyn Jennings’ hand, warm as always, "I’ve come to see you."

"Zoe... my Zoe." Rosalyn Jennings abruptly pulled her into her arms, tears flooding her eyes, looking sorrowfully, "It’s my fault, mom has troubled you."

"Not troublesome." Maeve Lane was also losing control a bit, her eyes reddening, "It’s good that you’re awake."

"You’ve endured hardship, child." Rosalyn Jennings caressed Maeve Lane’s face, ached with indescribable heartbreak, "You must have been through so much these years."

"Not hard." Maeve Lane bit her lip, striving not to let the tears fall, "It’s all in the past."

"It’s mom who wronged you... I know it all now, Anson Lane, that bastard, he completely disregarded us, leaving you alone to suffer outside like an exile, he’s truly a heartless beast." Rosalyn Jennings’s eyes flickered with hatred, "I don’t mind for myself, gone is gone, but you are his daughter, how could he just ignore you!"

Even now, hearing these words, Maeve Lane’s heart was no longer stirred. She replied nonchalantly, "It’s okay, from the moment he kicked me out three years ago, he stopped being my father."

"Sorry, child." Rosalyn Jennings didn’t know what else to say that could fill the guilt in her heart except sorry.

"It’s not your fault." Maeve Lane thought with clarity, "Stop standing around, let’s sit first."

Rosalyn Jennings wiped the tears from her face, and time had etched wrinkles on her skin, yet as she looked at the bouquet in her hands, reminiscent of something, she smiled like an eighteen-year-old girl, "Zoe, do you know the flower meaning of eucalyptus leaves?"

Maeve Lane supported her hand and gently shook her head.

"The flower meaning of eucalyptus leaves is God’s gift," Rosalyn Jennings said, "I will never forgive Anson Lane in this lifetime, but you and Sylvia, just like the flower meaning of these eucalyptus leaves, are God’s gifts to me."

Maeve Lane’s hand froze.

"Right, when will Sylvia come to see me? I called her, but it’s a disconnected number, and I called Anson Lane’s number too, but it was the same." Rosalyn Jennings broke into a smile through her tears, "Sylvia should be more mature now, I wonder what she looks like now, if she’s more beautiful."

Maeve Lane shifted the topic, "Mom, are you hungry? I’ll ask someone to bring you some snacks."

"Mom’s not hungry, mom just wants to see you two." Rosalyn Jennings gently stroked the flowers in her hand with her weathered hands, her gaze affectionate, "Oh, does mom have some amnesiac aftereffects? Why hasn’t Sylvia appeared over the years?"

"Maybe... there might be some confusion."

Rosalyn Jennings was impatient, "Maeve, could you call Sylvia? Mom wants to see her, ask her to come see me, alright?"

Maeve Lane rarely hesitated.

She and Sylvia Lane had long been enemies.

Sylvia Lane probably wished she would disappear from this world.

And she felt the same way.

Yet how could Rosalyn Jennings accept this blow.

To tell her.

Mom, the one who ruined me before is my sister, your own daughter, Sylvia Lane.

Or to say that they’ve already torn apart and will never reconcile in this lifetime.

Or she had tried to call Sylvia Lane more than once.

The doctor said seeing people she wanted to see could assist treatment for Rosalyn Jennings.

But Sylvia Lane had never come once.

Even when Rosalyn Jennings was left in the villa, she knowingly stood by, heartlessly following Anson Lane to marry into another family.

How could she tell mom about such a cold-hearted person?

Maeve Lane’s eyes revealed a frosty light, her words carried a hint of coldness unconsciously, "Mom, she’s been very busy lately, hasn’t got the time."

Rosalyn Jennings opened her mouth, seeing Maeve Lane’s steadfast expression, she sighed, "Alright, then when Sylvia has time, she can come see me."

She took a circle and sat on the long sofa.

After a while.

"...Zoe, are you with the second young master of the Fairchild family?"