When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 92: Men, Hers to Manipulate with Ease
In an instant, the living room of Pinehurst Estate erupted into chaos.
Blaze Fairchild lifted Julian Fairchild and laid him flat on the spacious sofa.
Luna Axton scrambled to find the first-aid kit for a stethoscope while shouting for Uncle Foster to call 911 for an ambulance.
Jenna Axton rummaged through a drawer in the pantry, found a vial of emergency heart medication, and poured out ten pills. She handed them to Blaze Fairchild. "Have Grandfather hold these under his tongue."
Miles Jacobs was helpless, his eyes fixed on Julian Fairchild without blinking.
Julian Fairchild lay there, his lips turning blue. Luna Axton, heavily pregnant, knelt by the sofa and examined him with the stethoscope.
After a few seconds, she pulled out the earpieces and made a snap decision.
"Blaze, do you know how to perform chest compressions?"
"I do." Blaze Fairchild clasped his hands together, ready to begin.
Luna Axton indicated the correct position on Julian Fairchild’s chest, and Blaze Fairchild began compressions.
With Julian Fairchild on the sofa, the compressions weren’t very effective. "Uncle Foster, the stretcher! Find it, quickly! Grandfather needs to be on the floor for the compressions to work properly."
"Right, right," Uncle Foster replied. But as he turned, he saw Jenna Axton and another servant already carrying over the stretcher.
Working together, they moved Julian Fairchild onto the stretcher.
Blaze Fairchild knelt to the right of Julian Fairchild’s body, performing deep, steady compressions without a moment’s pause.
Meanwhile, Luna Axton had prepared the household oxygen bag and placed the mask over Julian Fairchild’s face.
Miles Jacobs felt a pang of guilt. ’I was just here to apologize and help Rosalind mend things, but instead, I’ve angered the old man so much he’s ending up in the hospital.’
He wanted to step forward and help, but he didn’t know how. All he could do was worry helplessly.
When he pulled his gaze away, he saw Rosalind Fairchild standing off to the side, arms crossed, watching coldly as if it had nothing to do with her.
’The Rosalind before me feels like a stranger. Or perhaps... I’ve never truly seen the real Rosalind Fairchild at all.’
’But we’ve been married for over twenty years, supporting each other through thick and thin. That love couldn’t have been an act, could it?’
The ambulance, siren wailing, arrived quickly. As soon as the professional paramedics were on the scene, Julian Fairchild was carried away.
Blaze Fairchild needed to go with them. Before leaving, he asked Jenna Axton to take good care of Luna Axton.
After the flurry of activity, silence finally fell.
Luna Axton sat on the sofa to rest.
’Only now did she realize how dire the situation had been.’
’I wonder if Grandfather will...’
Luna Axton shook her head. ’No, Grandfather will definitely wake up.’
Mrs. Creed brought her a glass of warm water. "Young Madam, drink some water and calm down. Once the Young Master has everything settled, we can go see the Old Master."
Luna Axton squeezed Mrs. Creed’s hand. "Don’t worry, Mrs. Creed. I’m fine."
Outside, Jenna Axton watched the ambulance drive away. She turned to head back into Pinehurst Estate to tidy up.
"Adriana Frost, let’s have a chat," said Rosalind Fairchild, her arms crossed and head tilted, her tone utterly condescending.
Jenna Axton’s gaze fell on the silent Miles Jacobs standing to the side. She said coldly,
"I’m not interested in your games."
Jenna Axton started walking straight back toward Pinehurst Estate, unwilling to waste her breath on a meaningless conversation.
’And I don’t even know if all that commotion earlier affected Luna and the baby.’
"Let me guess what you’re afraid of. Your second brother is still..."
Jenna Axton spun back around, her voice laced with anger. "Fine. What do you want to talk about?"
Rosalind Fairchild burst out laughing, as excited as if she’d made a new discovery. "You really are afraid of your second brother."
Jenna Axton raised an eyebrow, not denying it. "Life’s more fun when you have something to be afraid of. It would be so boring otherwise, right?"
"Tsk, tsk..." Rosalind Fairchild clicked her tongue dramatically, looking Jenna Axton up and down. "You really have changed. The innocent little flower is gone. No wonder you don’t dare see your brother. He must be disgusted by you, seeing as you’re damaged goods now."
"Is that all you wanted to say to me? Just this? You’re in your forties, lady. Still playing childish games like you’re some lovesick teenager? You haven’t matured at all."
Rosalind Fairchild leaned back, tapping her heel on the ground, full of self-importance. "Why would I need to mature? I was born at the finish line that others spend their whole lives trying to reach. My life is so effortless, it’s boring. I have to find my own entertainment. And I don’t think I’ll be lonely in the days to come."
’Her sense of superiority was completely baseless and utterly incurable.’
Jenna Axton’s gaze darkened as she looked toward the distant mountains beyond the Fairchild Estate.
She took a deep breath and said lightly, "Rosalind Fairchild, it’s time you learned what it feels like to have no one in your corner."
"Oh, I’d like to see you try." A crazed light flashed in Rosalind Fairchild’s eyes. "You’d better give it your all. Don’t disappoint me."
Rosalind Fairchild watched Jenna Axton walk away with a look of mock reluctance. She turned, only to bump unexpectedly into Miles Jacobs’s chest.
"Honey?" she called out softly, as if startled.
"Was that Luna Axton’s mother?"
"Yes."
"Do you two know each other?"
"We only just met."
Miles Jacobs nodded in understanding. "Your father isn’t doing well. Should we go to the hospital to see him?"
"There’s no need. If there’s a problem, Blaze Fairchild will let me know." She was confident of that.
"Alright," Miles Jacobs replied distractedly. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
’He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something about Rosalind Fairchild today made him uneasy.’
’Which side of her was the real Rosalind Fairchild?’
’Or were all of them parts of her, combining to create the woman she was today?’
’Was it his leaving that made her feel so insecure, forcing her to raise her quills like a hedgehog and prick at everyone?’
’But that still didn’t explain why she would spread rumors about her own brother.’
Miles Jacobs was lost in thought. ’Rosalind Fairchild... what kind of person was she, really?’
He stared ahead, replaying the recent events in his mind.
Rosalind Fairchild gripped the steering wheel, her voice full of grievance. "Honey, you must think I was awful today, don’t you?"
Now that she’d said it herself, Miles Jacobs felt he couldn’t criticize her. "You must have had your reasons for doing what you did."
"Honey, thank you. All these years, only you, our son, and Yvonne have stood by me unconditionally. There’s no place for me in that family anymore. I wanted to live peacefully with them, but they’re convinced I’m just trying to take over Evergrow Group."
As Rosalind Fairchild spoke, bitter tears began to stream down her face.
"If Blaze Fairchild hadn’t rejected Kai for that internship, things would never have gotten this bad. Our son wouldn’t have strayed so far from the right path. This is all Blaze Fairchild’s fault."
"It’s all Blaze Fairchild’s fault!" Rosalind Fairchild lost control, slamming her hand on the steering wheel, and the car horn blared.
Sobbing uncontrollably and lost in her emotions, she nearly crashed into the car in front of them.
Terrified, Miles Jacobs grabbed the wheel, and together they managed to pull the car over to the side of the road.
The moment they stopped and their nerves settled, Rosalind Fairchild threw herself at him.
"Honey, you have to take care of yourself. I know you divorced me to protect me, to keep me from being gossip fodder and from dragging you down."
Holding her soft, warm body in his arms, Miles Jacobs’s heart softened.
"You’re all I have left. You go rest up back home. I’ll wait here for our son. Once he gets out, we’ll both go back to the countryside to be with you."
Hearing Rosalind Fairchild say this, Miles Jacobs felt a surge of pity for her and, at the same time, blamed himself.
His hands, which had been hovering in the air, came to rest on Rosalind Fairchild’s shoulders, patting her gently. He soothed her in a soft voice, "It’s okay, it’s okay. Everything will be alright. You’re still your father’s daughter. You’re still family. He won’t abandon you."
Rosalind Fairchild seemed touched. "Honey, thank you for being so patient with me and loving me all these years."
Her voice was choked and hoarse from crying.
But her eyes glinted with the triumphant light of a successful scheme.
’Men. So easy to wrap around her finger, to be driven by her, Rosalind Fairchild, at will.’
’All it took was a little trick, and they’d be twisted around her little finger, willing to become a dog at her feet.’
