Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 134: Zoe Still Has Keane, Right...?

The caregiver saw Maeve Lane coming over and quietly greeted her, "Miss Lane, you’re here."

Maeve Lane nodded and slowly walked to Rosalyn Jennings’ right side, gently pulling the rabbit-shaped doll from her arms.

Rosalyn Jennings looked displeased and turned her head childishly, "Mona, why did you take away my Zoe again?"

Mona is the caregiver’s na.

Maeve Lane gazed at her steadily, with gentle eyes, "Mom, look at , who am I?"

"You’re Mona!" She frowned, looking at Maeve Lane for a while before changing her statent, "You’re, you’re Zoe."

Rosalyn Jennings’ eyes lit up with surprise, wide-eyed, "You’re Zoe!"

"Yes."

Rosalyn Jennings suddenly lunged forward to hug her.

Mona stood by, seeing Rosalyn Jennings’ action, quickly stepped forward a few steps, "Miss Lane, be careful."

"It’s okay."

Maeve Lane smiled at her and said assuredly, "This is my mom. She won’t hurt ."

Rosalyn Jennings hugged her excitedly, looking left and right, "Zoe, how did you grow so big? My Zoe is only seven."

"You’re dreaming," Maeve Lane replied softly, "Zoe is already twenty-two."

"Twenty-two?" Rosalyn Jennings wanted to hit her own head, but Maeve Lane swiftly stopped her, her tone a bit stern, "Don’t hit yourself like that."

At this mont, Rosalyn Jennings smiled at her, "It’s Zoe; Zoe used to say the sa to , ’Mom, I won’t let you cry,’ the exact sa tone. You are Zoe!"

She was as happy as a child, rubbing against Maeve Lane, as if she couldn’t hug her enough.

Maeve Lane’s nose tingled slightly; she forgot many things, yet rembered so clearly the words she said as a child, "Mom, have you been eating well lately?"

Rosalyn Jennings proudly puffed out her chest, "I eat seriously every al, but the food is too salty, and I can’t eat it."

Maeve Lane looked at Mona, and Mona quickly explained, "Miss Lane, don’t misunderstand, Ms. Jennings usually doesn’t speak all day. When I bring her food, she’ll eat it, but never says anything about it being salty or bland. I..."

"She doesn’t speak all day?"

"Yes," Mona also puzzled, "she’s completely different now from her usual self, she only talks to those two dolls. But believe it or not, in the few months I’ve cared for her, she hasn’t returned my words more than ten tis."

Maeve Lane frowned slightly, as the lively and cheerful Rosalyn Jennings before her showed no sign of introversion, except for saying nonsensical things at tis.

Mona, seeing Maeve Lane’s unease, reassured, "I asked the director, and the director said it’s normal; you don’t need to worry too much."

"Zoe, where’s Sylvia?"

Before Maeve Lane could reply, Rosalyn Jennings suddenly let go of her, walking around the room, "Sylvia? Sylvia, where are you hiding? Have you co to see mom?"

She felt indescribable, "Has anyone co to see my mom?"

"No one." Mona added, "Besides you, no one has co to see Ms. Jennings."

Sylvia Lane, she hadn’t failed to tell her, yet she was so heartless.

Maeve Lane held Rosalyn Jennings’ hand, suppressing her discomfort, "Sylvia is busy lately, she didn’t co with ."

Rosalyn Jennings’ eyes imdiately dimd, "No Sylvia, why no Sylvia, does Sylvia hate mom?"

But soon, she seed to forget why she was upset, "But I still have Zoe, Zoe and Keane, right?"