Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 296 - 208: Fairchild Family’s Threshold Worn Thin
She frowned and said, "Sorry, I’m a bit blunt. Sylvia, you don’t mind, do you?"
Mrs. Fairchild hadn’t initially noticed Sylvia Lane’s attire, but when her friend pointed it out, she felt embarrassed and scolded, "Not leaving yet? Do I need to repeat myself?"
Sylvia Lane’s face flushed with anxiety, "I’m leaving right away..."
No one saw her off; Sylvia Lane walked out of the Fairchild Family’s old mansion alone.
The servants standing by didn’t show any intention of greeting her. Their attitudes clearly reflected their owner’s stance.
With Mrs. Fairchild’s unfriendly demeanor, these people gauged who to give respect to accordingly.
Sylvia Lane felt like she was walking on pins and needles, but had to pretend she was invited. Once she stepped out, cold sweat drenched her.
After putting on a mask, she casually found a place to rest. Thinking about how, just a few months back, she was riding high, and now, she could only sit here alone, sipping tea like a failure.
Once Anson Lane learned she had offended Mrs. Fairchild, he changed completely. Before, when she was blacklisted, Anson Lane discreetly managed her connections and prepared for her comeback, but as soon as he heard about this, he acted as if he was avoiding her like the plague.
Afraid of being implicated himself.
Sylvia Lane felt utterly isolated. Opening her phone, she found a text from Maeve Lane.
It had Rosalyn Jennings’ phone number.
Squinting, she copied the number and dialed it.
The call connected, but it wasn’t Rosalyn Jennings who answered.
"Who is this?"
"Who are you?" Sylvia Lane said with a sour expression, "Where’s my mom?"
The nurse on the other side realized and replied, "Is this Miss Sylvia Lane? Ms. Jennings just went to the restroom, she’ll be back soon."
Maeve Lane came often, so most people knew her. The care staff and doctors there had all signed confidentiality agreements, and the few doctors and nurses close to Rosalyn Jennings knew she had two daughters.
One was Maeve and the other was Sylvia.
She often held two dolls, calling out both their names.
Sylvia Lane impatiently took a sip of tea and pushed the phone away, then remarked to the server, "What kind of lousy tea is this? You dare serve me this?"
The server at the teahouse quickly bowed their head, apologizing, "I’m sorry, I’ll change it to our best tea right away."
Sylvia Lane snorted, "Go already!"
"Alright, alright."
After the server left, Sylvia Lane picked up the phone again, "Yes, it’s me. Have her call me back when she returns."
The nurse agreed, and the next moment the phone emitted background noise, "Ms. Jennings, your daughter Sylvia Lane called."
Sylvia Lane heard hurried footsteps from the other side, followed by an excited female voice in her ear:
"Sylvia?"
"Yeah." Sylvia Lane fiddled with the spoon in her hand, leaving the delicate dessert in ruins.
"You finally called. Why didn’t you tell me when you changed your number? I really miss you," her mom said.
Sylvia Lane replied perfunctorily.
But Rosalyn Jennings was thrilled, practically glowing, "When will you come over and visit me?"
"No time."
"Then when will you have time?"
"Mom, are you hard of hearing, or deaf? Are your nerves affecting your hearing? I said I don’t have time. Do you think everyone is as idle as Maeve?"
Rosalyn Jennings twisted the blanket with her hands, saying, "...It’s been three years, I just really..."
"Forget it. I’ll hang up if there’s nothing else." Sylvia Lane said in a condescending tone, "Now that you have my number, don’t call me often, I’m very busy, got it?"
"Wait, Sylvia, I want to ask you something else."
"What is it?"
"I saw online the other day that you and Zoe... had an argument. They said someone tried to ruin your sister’s shoot by causing an allergic reaction, and Zoe thought it was you. Is that true?"
Rosalyn Jennings had been worried for quite some time. She had to monitor her screen time, and only recently learned that Sylvia Lane had also entered the entertainment industry.
Moreover, not long ago, she had fallen out with Zoe.
No wonder when she mentioned Sylvia to Zoe before, Zoe’s expression wasn’t pleasant. So that was what happened. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
"Yeah, but my sister thinks it was me. I was on another set; how could it be me?" Sylvia Lane refused to admit it.
Unexpectedly, Rosalyn Jennings said, "I listened to all the recordings. Others may not hear it, but I can."
Rosalyn Jennings frowned, speaking earnestly, "Sylvia, you need to be more sensible. Your sister’s had it tough enough; why do you have to make things harder for her? Even if there’s conflict or you’re upset, there has to be a limit."
