Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 292 - 207: If You Love Me, Then You Won’t Feel Wronged
She clearly knew that there should be no grudges between Mom and Julian Fairchild.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have agreed to this engagement — at that time, Julian Fairchild and Maeve Lane’s marriage was already set.
But perhaps it was Rosalyn Jennings’ overreaction to Julian Fairchild’s name before.
Maeve Lane was silent for a moment, but still firmly replied, "Yes."
Rosalyn Jennings’ figure seemed to age tenfold in an instant.
It was an indescribable feeling, as if all her vitality had been drained.
Mrs. Lane was silent.
Outside the window came the chirping of birds, winter had long set in, and occasionally in the morning, one could still see glistening fine snow.
The sliding door was open, facing a balcony, outside which lay the expansive gardens of Fellsmere Sanatorium.
Maeve Lane went over and shut the door tightly.
Throughout this process, Rosalyn Jennings didn’t utter a word.
She felt a bit uneasy, "Mom, what’s wrong?"
"...Nothing." It was as if someone had suddenly interrupted her memories, Rosalyn Jennings pulled back her expression, "Zoe, answer me one question."
An unsettling thought emerged in her mind.
"If... mom asked you to break up with Second Young Master Fairchild, would you leave him?"
All sorts of conjectures became reality at this moment, Maeve Lane met Rosalyn Jennings’ probing smile, "No."
Rosalyn Jennings’ eyes instantly shifted from hope to disappointment.
Maybe because she was mentally prepared, Maeve Lane thought she would hesitate.
But when the moment came,
she found she could blurt it out without a hitch.
"Weren’t you always the one who listened to mom the most, Zoe?" Rosalyn Jennings had a face full of sorrow, "Second Young Master Fairchild is not the right person for you."
"He is."
Maeve Lane met her gaze, frowning slightly, "Why do you want me to break up with him?"
Rosalyn Jennings’ gaze was somewhat evasive; she hadn’t expected that after her mental breakdown, so much had happened.
Zoe was actually with Julian Fairchild now.
"And, who is Keane?"
Rosalyn Jennings’ face changed dramatically, "How do you know about Keane, have you remembered?"
"Remembered what?"
Maeve Lane turned her face slightly, a momentary confusion in her eyes, "Do I know him?"
"How did you know this name?"
"During your illness, you’ve been calling out the name Keane continuously."
This time, Rosalyn Jennings was silent for so long that Maeve Lane thought she wouldn’t speak again.
"Just nonsense," she said.
She pulled a smile, but it looked very forced.
Maeve Lane frowned even deeper.
Mom... must be hiding something from her.
But what could it be, that made her so emotionally agitated?
The silence was suffocating again, and the air seemed to grow heavier.
Rosalyn Jennings rubbed her face, trying hard to make her expression appear less stiff.
She didn’t continue with that topic, instead, she turned around, took Maeve Lane’s hand, and displayed a hopeful smile: "Doctor Forrest said if I’m doing well, I can leave the hospital next month, so Zoe, come pick me up next month.
At that time, bring Sylvia along, Anson Lane, that jerk, will definitely not let her come see me, so you sneak and call Sylvia, and the three of us will have a reunion dinner, okay?"
Maeve Lane’s hand, resting on the sofa, clenched into a fist, then relaxed, "...Okay."
Mom, at this moment, was still very tense; it was a crucial time for her treatment.
What Sylvia Lane did would be too much of a blow if spoken outright.
Her fragile mental state definitely couldn’t handle such a blow.
For now, agree to it, for as long as possible.
Wait until mom’s condition improves.
"What is this..." Maeve Lane’s eyes caught a glimpse of a poster pressed under a cushion, slightly surprised, "My poster?"
"Yes." Rosalyn Jennings happily pulled out the poster, which was Maeve Lane’s costume photo for "Rivers and Mountains as Usual."
"I heard people say that you became an actress, and since I can’t go out, I had someone print your posters for me. There’s a whole bunch more..." She dragged a box from beside the coffee table, and upon opening it, it was full of Maeve Lane’s posters and recent photos.
Rosalyn Jennings’ face displayed a proud yet joyful expression, "I’ve said since you were little, Zoe, you’re no less attractive than those movie stars, and now you’ve become a star, Mom’s very happy."
Maeve Lane was momentarily stunned, "You... don’t think it’s a deviation from the norm?"
She used a euphemistic term.
It’s not just a deviation from the norm. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
No matter how much she disliked socializing, she still had a few so-called "friends" and elders familiar in Aurelia’s upper circles.
But after knowing she entered the entertainment industry, everyone avoided her like the plague.
It’s either "disgracing the family name" or "casting in one’s lot with filthy company," "utterly disgraceful."
