Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 364 - 231: On Defending Miss Maeve Lane from Slander
Keane pouted, his little face scrunched up like a wilting bun.
Maeve Lane gave Julian Fairchild a light tap, feeling both helpless and amused, "Why are you bickering with a kid?"
Julian Fairchild stared at her face, his thin lips forming words, "Let him face reality early on and not have any improper thoughts about you."
Maeve’s mouth twitched slightly.
"Miles, take this little brat to class."
"Yes, young master." Miles Hughes appeared out of nowhere, scooped up the still struggling Keane, "Off to class, be good."
"I don’t want to, I want to stay with Maeve!"
"If you keep causing a fuss, Miss Lane might find you annoying," Miles teased with a smile.
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words were spoken, Keane immediately stopped struggling. He stood there dazed, leaving Miles even more at a loss.
Maeve leaned against Julian, only her beautiful eyes visible. Upon hearing this, she quickly replied, "I won’t, I won’t dislike you."
Julian’s face still appeared stern, but he didn’t stop Maeve.
He thought Maeve was right about one thing.
If Maeve had a son in the future, he’d be jealous every day.
Thinking of this, Julian felt incredibly relieved that the clingy kid in front of him wasn’t Zoe’s son.
Otherwise, he’d go insane.
Keane seemed to be immersed in a vague sadness and suddenly murmured, "It would be nice if you were my mom."
His words were almost a whisper, and Maeve didn’t quite catch it. She only saw the little boy’s lips move.
"Uncle Miles, let’s go," Keane said, looking up.
Miles felt a bit out of place. Previously, he was always carrying Keane, but now Keane just let him hold his hand. He wanted to pick him up but was hesitant upon seeing the older-than-his-years serious expression on the boy’s face...
Maeve watched Keane with a pensive look.
After Miles led Keane away, Maeve asked, "Have you uncovered Keane’s background?"
"There was a minor setback," Julian replied, "but what can be confirmed is that the man you saw before shouldn’t be his father."
"They found a paternity test report hidden in his room that shows they are not biologically related."
"His phone only has a few contacts, and..." Julian hesitated before continuing, "it even has your mother’s phone number saved."
Maeve paused, "My mother?"
"Yes." Julian hesitated, holding her as they sat on the sofa, "Don’t get upset. I only found out about this recently, and since you were busy with filming, I didn’t tell you."
"Why would I be upset?"
"My people discovered that Keane’s adoptive father last called your mother not long ago, to be exact... on the very day your mother had a relapse."
Maeve had a hunch but waited for Julian to continue, "And then?"
"I’m sure you’re thinking what I am. The day I received the information, I sent Miles to Fellsmere, and he found that before your mother’s relapse, she had made two phone calls. One was incoming, and the outgoing call was to Keane’s adoptive father."
Julian recounted slowly, his voice tinged with doubt, "It’s quite possible that the last call led to your mother’s relapse."
Maeve took a moment to digest this information.
It wasn’t because of Sylvia Lane’s call.
But at that time, she was too agitated to notice the other call.
But why would her mother call Keane’s adoptive father?
Julian gently patted Maeve’s back as if to console her, softly saying, "Did your mother know Keane’s parents?"
"I... don’t know."
Maeve frowned. Her mother had never mentioned it...
Wait a moment.
Julian sensed the girl suddenly stiffen and raised an eyebrow, "What is it?"
"She did mention it." Maeve suddenly said, "When my mom had an episode before, she mentioned Keane."
How could she have forgotten such an important thing.
Julian pulled away a little, his forehead resting against hers, "Her mental state was unstable at the time, so not everything she said can be trusted; maybe she heard the name somewhere."
Maeve clutched his shoulder, recalling what Sarah Sutton had said before, she spoke impulsively, "Do you think Keane might be my son?"
Julian let out a muffled laugh, "What are you thinking?"
Maeve looked at the man’s handsome, perfect face and the faint amusement in his eyes.
There are some things, Julian indeed didn’t know.
