Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 133: Rosalyn Jennings!

She curled up on the ground for a while, breaking into a cold sweat.

About half an hour had passed before Maeve Lane struggled to get up from the floor.

She walked to the wardrobe, fiddled with it a couple of tis, and found a black trench coat with a slightly bulging pocket as if there was sothing inside.

Maeve took out a pill from inside and tossed it into her mouth without even looking at it.

As she chewed, the bitterness spread from her taste buds.

Leaning against the wardrobe, she slowly slid down, and only then did her perpetually furrowed brows begin to relax slightly.

She didn’t know how long she sat there until her legs felt numb before she stood up from the floor.

She sat back at the dining table, the breakfast was sowhat cold, but she seed not to notice and ate it all bit by bit.

Suddenly, Maeve really missed her mother.

She looked up at the ti; it was ten in the morning, and her mother should be awake by now.

She didn’t know when she’d have ti next, and she hadn’t visited her this month, so she might as well go now.

After tidying up the table and wiping her mouth with a napkin, she went to the bedside table to take a set of clothes.

It was obvious that Julian Fairchild had left it there.

Maeve quickly freshened up, then put on shoes, a hat, and a mask to ensure no one could recognize her before leaving the house.

The outskirts of Aurelia.

The scenery here was excellent, with clear mountains and waters, and the air was much fresher, making it a perfect place for convalescence.

Fellsre Sanatorium had existed here for over a hundred years.

As a nationally renowned psychiatric hospital, it had world-class dical technology and security asures.

And it wasn’t affordable for just anyone.

An ordinary room cost at least five figures a day.

Because Rosalyn Jennings was here, Maeve Lane had beco a regular visitor.

After she got out of the car, soone quickly recognized her.

"Miss Lane, you’re here to see Ms. Jennings again?" A young nurse happened to walk out from the entrance, holding a tray with so test tubes and dications, smiling at the young woman in front of her.

"Ms. Jennings has been quite well these past few days, sotis even quite lucid." The young nurse smiled, "I’m a bit busy, so I’ll be off."

Maeve also curled her lips, "Alright."

This young nurse worked on the sa floor as her mother and was always very enthusiastic with people.

Familiar with the way, she walked to the inpatient departnt and pressed the button for the 7th floor.

The elevator gradually rose upward, with no one else inside.

Soon she reached the sixth floor and stepped out, the hospital’s distinctive scent of disinfectant gradually invading her senses.

She never liked the sll of hospitals; when she was little and got injured, her spoiled mother would have a doctor over at ho because she refused to go herself.

But now she was all too familiar with hospitals.

Here were the high-end VIP wards, where almost every bed was equipped with a professional nurse. As Maeve walked in, Rosalyn Jennings was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the cartoon on TV.

Her gaze was sowhat vacant, yet her lips still bore a smile.

No matter how many tis Maeve saw it, her heart ached. Her fine, upstanding mother suddenly beca like this.

When she heard the doctor tell her that Rosalyn Jennings might never recover and could remain in a confused state for life, an overwhelming despair chilled her to the bone.

Rosalyn Jennings kept watching TV, holding two stuffed toys—a sweet young girl would naturally love such cute soft puppies and bunnies.

She glanced at the TV, then picked up the glass of water, speaking to the puppy-like stuffed toy, "Sylvia, be good, drink more water."