Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 292 - 207: If You Love Me, Then You Won’t Feel Wrong

She clearly knew that there should be no grudges between Mom and Julian Fairchild.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have agreed to this engagent — at that ti, Julian Fairchild and Maeve Lane’s marriage was already set.

But perhaps it was Rosalyn Jennings’ overreaction to Julian Fairchild’s na before.

Maeve Lane was silent for a mont, but still firmly replied, "Yes."

Rosalyn Jennings’ figure seed to age tenfold in an instant.

It was an indescribable feeling, as if all her vitality had been drained.

Mrs. Lane was silent.

Outside the window ca the chirping of birds, winter had long set in, and occasionally in the morning, one could still see glistening fine snow.

The sliding door was open, facing a balcony, outside which lay the expansive gardens of Fellsre Sanatorium.

Maeve Lane went over and shut the door tightly.

Throughout this process, Rosalyn Jennings didn’t utter a word.

She felt a bit uneasy, "Mom, what’s wrong?"

"...Nothing." It was as if soone had suddenly interrupted her mories, Rosalyn Jennings pulled back her expression, "Zoe, answer one question."

An unsettling thought erged in her mind.

"If... mom asked you to break up with Second Young Master Fairchild, would you leave him?"

All sorts of conjectures beca reality at this mont, Maeve Lane t Rosalyn Jennings’ probing smile, "No."

Rosalyn Jennings’ eyes instantly shifted from hope to disappointnt.

Maybe because she was ntally prepared, Maeve Lane thought she would hesitate.

But when the mont ca,

she found she could blurt it out without a hitch.

"Weren’t you always the one who listened to mom the most, Zoe?" Rosalyn Jennings had a face full of sorrow, "Second Young Master Fairchild is not the right person for you."

"He is."

Maeve Lane t her gaze, frowning slightly, "Why do you want to break up with him?"

Rosalyn Jennings’ gaze was sowhat evasive; she hadn’t expected that after her ntal breakdown, so much had happened.

Zoe was actually with Julian Fairchild now.

"And, who is Keane?"

Rosalyn Jennings’ face changed dramatically, "How do you know about Keane, have you rembered?"

"Rembered what?"

Maeve Lane turned her face slightly, a montary confusion in her eyes, "Do I know him?"

"How did you know this na?"

"During your illness, you’ve been calling out the na Keane continuously."

This ti, Rosalyn Jennings was silent for so long that Maeve Lane thought she wouldn’t speak again.

"Just nonsense," she said.

She pulled a smile, but it looked very forced.

Maeve Lane frowned even deeper.

Mom... must be hiding sothing from her.

But what could it be, that made her so emotionally agitated?

The silence was suffocating again, and the air seed to grow heavier.

Rosalyn Jennings rubbed her face, trying hard to make her expression appear less stiff.

She didn’t continue with that topic, instead, she turned around, took Maeve Lane’s hand, and displayed a hopeful smile: "Doctor Forrest said if I’m doing well, I can leave the hospital next month, so Zoe, co pick up next month.

At that ti, bring Sylvia along, Anson Lane, that jerk, will definitely not let her co see , so you sneak and call Sylvia, and the three of us will have a reunion dinner, okay?"

Maeve Lane’s hand, resting on the sofa, clenched into a fist, then relaxed, "...Okay."

Mom, at this mont, was still very tense; it was a crucial ti for her treatnt.

What Sylvia Lane did would be too much of a blow if spoken outright.

Her fragile ntal state definitely couldn’t handle such a blow.

For now, agree to it, for as long as possible.

Wait until mom’s condition improves.

"What is this..." Maeve Lane’s eyes caught a glimpse of a poster pressed under a cushion, slightly surprised, "My poster?"

"Yes." Rosalyn Jennings happily pulled out the poster, which was Maeve Lane’s costu photo for "Rivers and Mountains as Usual."

"I heard people say that you beca an actress, and since I can’t go out, I had soone print your posters for . There’s a whole bunch more..." She dragged a box from beside the coffee table, and upon opening it, it was full of Maeve Lane’s posters and recent photos.

Rosalyn Jennings’ face displayed a proud yet joyful expression, "I’ve said since you were little, Zoe, you’re no less attractive than those movie stars, and now you’ve beco a star, Mom’s very happy."

Maeve Lane was montarily stunned, "You... don’t think it’s a deviation from the norm?"

She used a euphemistic term.

It’s not just a deviation from the norm.

No matter how much she disliked socializing, she still had a few so-called "friends" and elders familiar in Aurelia’s upper circles.

But after knowing she entered the entertainnt industry, everyone avoided her like the plague.

It’s either "disgracing the family na" or "casting in one’s lot with filthy company," "utterly disgraceful."