Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 319 - 216: To Be Remembered by Someone Like Mr. Fairchild

Exactly the same?

Maeve Lane’s mind quickly conjured up an image of Keane, especially his eyes.

After Sarah Sutton finished speaking, she said earnestly, "Maeve, this is a personal matter between you two, and I’m not in a position to say much, but you’re in a rising phase of your career and need to be mindful of the impact.

Not all fans are as forgiving as Fairchild’s fans are about his dating life.

I’ve seen many young stars fall off the radar because of scandals and negative press, so you need to be extra careful about the child’s matter, don’t let anyone see."

There was no point explaining now as Sarah Sutton wouldn’t believe, so Maeve planned to find another time to explain everything to her clearly.

Keane’s appearance indeed looked a lot like Julian Fairchild, no wonder she always felt a strange sense of familiarity the first time she saw Keane, it turned out this familiarity came from Julian Fairchild.

But how could Keane possibly be her and Julian Fairchild’s child, it seemed impossible just thinking about it.

"Okay, I’ll be careful," Maeve nodded.

Sarah Sutton’s expression didn’t improve, looking a bit worried, "Now we really have to think about how to handle this situation."

While Sarah Sutton wasn’t awake, Maeve Lane also browsed through Weibo and found almost everyone was unconditionally on Sylvia Lane’s side.

"Maeve, can you tell me why you hit Sylvia Lane?" Sarah Sutton asked.

She paused for a moment, "No, this matter involves my mother, besides, family scandals shouldn’t be exposed."

Sarah Sutton looked at Maeve’s current state, her eyebrows gently furrowed, "What do you mean by that?"

Maeve redirected her gaze, "I almost forgot, there’s one more thing I haven’t told you."

Sarah Sutton tensed up instinctively, "What is it?"

"Sylvia Lane is my sister."

Sarah Sutton’s mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg, incredulously murmuring, "Sister?"

"Yes." Maeve continued, "I can’t share this with the public, but I can tell you, in my heart, you’re not just my manager, you’re also my friend."

After the initial shock, Sarah Sutton quickly gathered herself, and upon hearing Maeve’s words, felt incredibly comforted.

Maeve was the one she shared the deepest bond with in her career.

Perhaps it was because they had faced hardships together, gone through lows, and emerged from them together, making this bond all the more precious in her heart.

Sarah Sutton listened quietly.

Maeve stood up, walked to the window, and gently touched the leaves of the white magnolia, "My mother suffered mental issues because of family problems, and over the years, Julian Fairchild has been trying to help cure her."

"So that’s why you were so strapped for cash before?" Sarah Sutton thought of how Maeve used to desperately save money and couldn’t help but sigh at the workings of fate.

"That’s part of it." Maeve succinctly said, "This incident is also related to my mother’s illness. Recently, Julian Fairchild found an excellent doctor, and my mother’s illness has a chance of being cured, but a phone call from Sylvia Lane triggered her to relapse."

As she spoke, Maeve could no longer contain her emotions, "If I had another chance, even if it meant being blasted by the public, I would hit her again. She deserved it."

After hearing the whole story, Sarah Sutton’s level of disdain for Sylvia Lane rose another notch, "What an ungrateful wretch! I suddenly feel like you didn’t hit her hard enough; she deserved it!"

"Yes."

Imagining herself in Maeve’s place, Sarah Sutton thought if Maeve could endure it, then Maeve wouldn’t be Maeve.

"That conniving woman even shamelessly released the video." Sarah Sutton wished she could go hit Sylvia Lane too, "Now there’s no evidence to clarify, and your mother obviously can’t testify. Are we just going to let this woman have her way?"

Suddenly, Sarah Sutton thought, "By the way, Maeve, can your dad testify? With such an ungrateful daughter, he should be furious."

Maeve turned around, leaning against the windowsill, and scoffed lightly, "No, he’s probably eager for my mother and me to vanish from his sight."

Sarah Sutton was puzzled, wanting to ask more, but as she saw Maeve’s expression, she stopped, realizing Maeve too...

"He and Sylvia Lane are one and the same."

"Okay, I understand." Sarah Sutton said apologetically, "I’m sorry Maeve, for bringing up something that upsets you."

"It’s alright." Maeve said calmly, "They don’t make me sad anymore."

Now, it seemed there was no way out.