Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 390 - 339: Paternity Test (Part 3)

Not long after, Sylvia Lane found Mrs. Roland’s contact information at home.

"Found it!" Sylvia Lane was incredibly excited and immediately dialed her number.

The phone rang for a while before it was answered.

"Ms. Roland, I’m the one you gave your contact information to that day, do you remember?"

"Contact information?"

"Near Mount Theron!"

Mrs. Roland thought of the girl with a face full of dirt, "Is that you?"

"Yes!" Sylvia Lane’s eyes flashed with a glint.

Mrs. Roland was her chance to make a comeback!

...

Keane was distracted throughout the class.

After class, a little boy walked up to him, glaring as he said, "Wasn’t it you whom Ziyue gave snacks to last time?"

On a usual day, he wouldn’t bother responding, but this time Keane directly crossed his arms, his voice somewhat childish, "Yes."

"Next time you are not allowed to eat the snacks she gives you; she is my future wife!"

Keane said in a childlike tone, "Sure, but you have to answer one question first."

"Go ahead."

"How old are you?"

The little boy mentioned a number, and Keane’s eyes lit up slightly, "Okay, then pluck out a few strands of your hair for me, and I will ignore her in the future."

The little boy was skeptical, "Are you serious?"

"Of course."

The little boy painfully pulled out a few strands of hair for Keane, who carefully collected them and walked away expressionless.

Returning home, Keane pushed open the door and saw Maeve Lane lounging on the sofa watching TV.

He glanced at what he was holding, then lightly patted his shoulder, smiling, "Maeve, I’m back!"

Maeve Lane stood up and looked at him, "Back? I asked Auntie Chandler to make you dinner, eat a bit first."

Auntie Chandler was a nanny Maeve Lane found for Keane, as she often left for months due to work, and Julian Fairchild wasn’t someone who could take care of children, so she had Miles Hughes find someone reliable and discreet.

Keane ran over, looking up at Maeve Lane, "Maeve, could you hug me? I’m so tired today."

Maeve Lane’s heart melted, she pinched his cheek, then lifted him up.

The distance between them suddenly became very short.

Maeve Lane looked down; Keane was wearing a white vest, and she could immediately see a few fallen strands of hair on his shoulder.

Keane was laying on Maeve Lane’s shoulder, eyes closed, seemingly resting.

Maeve Lane quietly collected the hair, then patted Keane’s shoulder, "If you’re so tired, why don’t I call your teacher and you take a few days off?"

"I’m not tired; it’s because you’re so warm, Maeve."

Maeve Lane felt that when Keane said this, he seemed to have grown up suddenly. She didn’t think much of it but tightly clenched his hair into a fist.

...

After dinner, Keane returned to his room.

He closed the door, opened the clenched fist, and inside were several strands of black hair.

Long, with a slight wave.

"Is it really you?" A struggling look flashed in Keane’s eyes.

That person he had just met, he had seen before.

He even made him call her Grandma.

And Maeve Lane was her daughter.

"Why can you treat a child you picked up so well but ignore your own flesh and blood?" Keane bit his lip tightly, tears welling up in his eyes.

"...Do you hate me?"

...

Seeing Keane go inside, Maeve Lane spread out her palm, stared at it for a moment, and put the items in a small plastic bag, then added a few strands of her own hair.

This matter couldn’t be done by Miles Hughes; she had to go to the hospital herself.

...

Maeve Lane arrived at the hospital and handed the samples to the doctor, who asked her to come back for the result in three days.

She agreed.

Three days later, Maeve Lane walked through the snow to collect the report.

During these few days, she thought a lot about what to do next, yet still drew a blank.

If Keane was her son, then how would she tell Julian Fairchild? It meant she would have to reveal what happened back then.

Keane’s existence would constantly remind her and Julian Fairchild of the unbearable past.

Maeve Lane took a few steps; her heart began to hurt intricately.

Keane was deeply resentful towards his biological parents. If he knew the result, what would he do?

Would he listen to the explanation?

Maeve Lane wished more than anything that Rosalyn Jennings could recover now, so she could ask about all that had been buried in memory years ago.

She stood at the door for a long time before taking a deep breath and walking in.

No matter the result, avoiding it was useless.

She forced herself to clear her mind and quickly walked to the designated spot.

The doctor recognized her; even in winter, there were very few people wrapped up in layers like that.

"You’re Maeve Lane, right? Here’s the report."

Maeve Lane took it.

On it was written in black and white:

[No blood relationship.]