Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 298 - 209: Keane
Rosalyn Jennings handed the phone to the nurse and sat heavily on the sofa.
She never expected Sylvia to turn out this way.
Even dared to speak out about something like Zoe.
If exposed, with Zoe’s current fame and attention, her reputation would be utterly ruined.
By then, someone like Julian Fairchild, a young master from such a wealthy family, would never overlook past grievances.
Zoe would be ruined...
After a long pause.
Rosalyn Jennings slowly stood up.
Instead of letting things develop to an irretrievable point, it’s better she intervenes and makes Zoe understand that there’s no future with Julian Fairchild, so she can step back in time.
Having gone through such an experience, Zoe and Julian Fairchild would never have a future together.
The Fairchild Family would never accept her.
If Zoe realizes this now, perhaps she can pull back before it’s too late, minimizing the harm.
In the future, she could find a good family, and both Sylvia and Zoe could be happy.
With determination.
Rosalyn Jennings took out her phone and dialed a number from the contact list.
Soon, the ringing stopped abruptly, and a drunk-sounding man answered the call.
"Hello, who is it?"
"It’s Rosalyn Jennings, Maeve Lane’s... mother."
"Oh, it’s you, what’s up?" The other party hiccuped, his voice sounding not quite awake.
Rosalyn Jennings didn’t care if he heard or not and directly asked—
"Where’s Keane?"
"Keane? Keane! You little brat, where did you run off to!" the drunken man shouted angrily.
But no one responded.
Rosalyn Jennings felt a deep sadness; just thinking about Zoe’s shocked and lost expression back then made her unbearably distressed.
"He’s your son, don’t be so harsh on him."
Remembering the lovable and sensible child he used to be only deepened the heartache,
and she couldn’t help but wonder how Keane had grown over the years...
"Keane, Keane... seems like he’s gone!" The man spoke as he rummaged around, attempting to find that small figure.
"Gone!"
Rosalyn Jennings felt a dark veil cover her sight, her mind drilling painfully through her temples.
Her breath grew rapid, and the phone fell to the ground with a "thud."
...
The nurse entered to find the call had already ended, the phone lying quietly on the bed.
And Rosalyn Jennings’ gaze had turned blank and vacant again, revealing a childlike smile at her.
"Ms. Jennings?!"
"Not good, Ms. Jennings has had a relapse, call Doctor Forrest quickly!"
"..."
Meanwhile.
At MS Entertainment.
A five-year-old child was staring down Julian Fairchild.
So young, with exquisite features already impossibly handsome, an innate nobility in his brow and eyes, his gaze firm, and a bit of baby fat on his face. The perfect little face paired with his worn attire made him look like a little prince in distress.
Julian Fairchild looked at him, his face clouded, and said, "Let go."
Jace Keane raised his pretty fox-like eyes, bright and crafty, his voice still tender but firm as he spat out a single word, "No."
As he spoke, he clutched Julian Fairchild’s suit pants tighter, clearly unwilling to release his grip unless Julian agreed to his request.
Miles Hughes couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene.
It was rare to see the young master at such a loss.
To think some child would dare act so stubbornly against the young master, showing no fear at all.
Considering the young master’s face, though handsome, wasn’t exactly friendly, especially his eyes, which could make one feel like they were turning to ice shards.
With a laugh like that, the man’s gaze grew ever more intimidating,
Jace Keane felt his coat collar being lifted; he blushed, his little hands reaching out, fumbling over Julian Fairchild’s body, "No, I want to become a star!"
Julian Fairchild’s face darkened, and seeing the child struggling fiercely, Miles Hughes hurriedly pulled him off Julian, but then, unexpectedly, Jace Keane shut his eyes and began to wail:
"Daddy, how can you abandon Mommy!"
"I’ve been looking so hard for you, woo woo... ooh ooh."
Miles Hughes quickly covered his mouth, gasping in shock, "Little ancestor, you can’t say such things carelessly, our young master hasn’t married yet!"
Fortunately, this was just the underground parking lot; even if someone saw it, he could handle it with a word "hello" later.
Julian Fairchild squinted at him, somehow finding the boy’s face familiar.
Under his scrutiny, Jace Keane’s eyes slowly welled up with tears, his lashes fluttering as they began to fall.
Miles Hughes clumsily wiped his tears, "Why are you crying? Don’t cry, Uncle isn’t a bad guy."
He also felt a spontaneous familiarity growing in his heart and instinctively asked, "Little one, where do you live, let Uncle take you home."
