Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 391 - 340: Taking Keane to the Fairchild Residence
No blood relations.
These words seemed to take root in Maeve Lane’s mind.
Even when she arrived in Ardoria, they still lingered.
This seemed to be the most reasonable answer, yet it was beyond her expectations.
Maeve pushed open the door, seeing Keane sitting at the desk doing homework, her heart mixed with emotions.
Keane heard the noise and turned his head, smiling, "Maeve, you’re back."
"Hmm." Maeve decided not to dwell on this matter any longer, since the result was already clear, there was no need to unnecessarily disturb herself.
She walked towards Keane, and upon seeing the questions on the desk, Maeve chuckled, "Are you already starting to learn calculus in primary school?"
Keane flipped through the textbook, "Just browsing, the teacher said it’s difficult, I’m a bit curious."
Just browsing, huh?
Maeve glanced at Keane, evidently calculating on paper, a child of five or six showing interest in these dry numbers.
But Keane seemed not to want her to know; she switched the topic and said with a smile, "I mentioned taking you to the Fairchild Family for a visit last time, do you want to go?"
Mrs. Fairchild had brought it up several times, and Maeve indeed had no plans lately, but she didn’t want to leave Keane alone, so she asked if he wanted to go to the Fairchild Family together.
"Is it that bad uncle’s house?" Seeing Maeve nod, Keane frowned, pursing his lips, looking somewhat troubled, hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay."
Maeve laughed, "Why do you look so unhappy?"
"Because bad uncle definitely won’t welcome me, but I want to be with Maeve."
She was surprised, "Why would you think that?"
Keane pouted, speaking with maturity, "You wouldn’t understand, it’s a man thing." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
Maeve: "..."
"By the way, Keane, why do you always call Julian Fairchild uncle? He doesn’t look old at all." Maeve spoke conservatively, given Julian Fairchild’s universally charming looks, probably no one had ever called him uncle.
"Hmm hmm." Keane snorted twice, "Compared to you, Maeve, bad uncle is just an old man."
Maeve: "..."
What’s up with this seemingly jealous expression?
Keane jumped off the chair, his eyes shining brightly and said, "So when are we going?"
"Anytime." Maeve thought for a moment, "It’s not far from New Year, we might as well just go back to the Fairchild Family together."
She could see Mrs. Fairchild’s friendliness wasn’t unnoticed.
Even though both of them were compromised for Julian Fairchild.
"Alright, then I’ll pack up my things!"
Children are always full of energy; one moment hesitating, the next cheering for the new "journey".
Maeve lifted her gaze, watching Keane bounce away.
Keane returned to his room, a glint flashing in his eyes.
...
"Is it another paternity test for you?" The male voice on the phone carried a bit of mischief.
"Yes, find a time, and I’ll give you the items."
"Alright, see you at the usual place, don’t forget what you promised me, though I’m quite curious how you found your biological parents? Can you tell me more?"
Keane’s voice was somewhat cold, but due to his young age, it sounded rather cute.
"Don’t snoop into things you shouldn’t know."
"...Alright, alright, then let’s meet at noon."
Keane hung up the phone and went out on the pretext.
He arranged to meet a man in a leather jacket at the park.
Upon meeting him, Keane took out three samples from his pocket.
His, Julian Fairchild’s, and Maeve’s.
"Just these two items, right." The man weighed the items in his hand.
Keane said flatly, "Don’t mix them up, the one labeled ① is his, ② is mine."
The leather jacket man chuckled, "Easy to spot, your dad’s hair is longer than yours."
"The results aren’t out yet; don’t talk nonsense." The child seemed to be in a bad mood.
"Come on, smile, haven’t you always been looking for them? We both know if you weren’t seventy to eighty percent sure, you wouldn’t have come to me?"
Keane squinted slightly, like a small offended beast.
"Alright, alright, I’ll go now, alright." The leather jacket man dashed off.
...
Maeve brought Keane to the Fairchild Residence.
Mrs. Fairchild had been waiting with Butler Forrest at the door early on, but when Maeve arrived, she pretended to pass by.
"Madam, Miss Maeve has arrived." Butler Forrest spoke helplessly.
Maeve first pushed the car door open, then a little boy wearing leather shoes stepped out of the car.
Mrs. Fairchild had intended to put on airs but was so surprised at the sight of Keane that she couldn’t even retrieve her chin.
"This is..." Her expression was agitated.
Maeve beckoned to Keane, "Come over, Keane."
Keane obediently ran to Maeve’s right side, proactively holding her hand.
