CHAPTER 71: CHAPTER 71: OLD MASTER FAIRCHILD’S CALL

Rosalyn Jennings shook her head with a bitter smile, "You’re still young, you wouldn’t understand right now."

Maeve Lane leaned in and gently hugged Rosalyn Jennings, "I’m not a child anymore. Why do you stay with this family when Dad treats you like this?"

She didn’t believe it. If she could notice Anson Lane’s infidelity, how could her mother not?

A woman’s intuition is often terrifyingly accurate.

"Zoe, some things are not as simple as they seem on the surface." Rosalyn Jennings’ gaze was complicated, her eyes brimming with tears, "It’s my fault for making you suffer along with me."

"It’s not suffering."

After Maeve Lane said this, she remained silent.

Only with Rosalyn Jennings could she feel the warmth of a home.

...

When Anson Lane woke up, his head was still throbbing with anger. Seeing Sylvia Lane by his side, his frown slightly eased, "Sylvia, go get me a glass of water."

"Okay." Sylvia Lane flashed a big smile, "I’m just glad you’re okay, Dad. I was really worried just now."

"It’s all that unfilial daughter! How dare she hide from me! She makes me so angry!" Anson Lane said, his blood boiling.

Sylvia Lane sighed and picked up the cup filled with water, walking over, "Dad, don’t be angry. Sister is just young now; she’ll definitely understand your good intentions in the future."

"Young? You’re younger than her, yet why is she so unreasonable? If Old Master Fairchild intended for you to be the daughter-in-law, we wouldn’t have so many problems!" Anson Lane grumbled as he took the water. Because his teeth were injured, drinking water was inconvenient and could be excruciating if not careful.

He truly cherished this younger daughter, but when it came to his future, Anson Lane wouldn’t hesitate at all!

Even though the Fairchild Family was a pit of fire, if it could secure his future, he wouldn’t hesitate to push her in!

At least it wouldn’t be in vain raising her all these years!

The look Maeve Lane gave before she left today, he understood well—if he forced her to marry into the Fairchild Family against her will, there’s no telling what chaos would ensue!

With Maeve Lane’s temperament, the Fairchild Family certainly wouldn’t find peace. It wouldn’t be a marriage but a declaration of enmity!

"Sylvia, if only you could marry into that family. I heard the second young master of the Fairchild Family looks... decent, and his character is quite good."

Anson Lane spoke insincerely, knowing the second young master of the Fairchild Family was quite a terrifying sight; he had thoroughly investigated it. If he weren’t so unpleasant to look at, the Fairchild Family wouldn’t keep him hidden so tightly, and wouldn’t have to pursue an arranged marriage with his family, "But it’s a pity..."

"Sylvia also wants to share father’s burdens." Sylvia Lane felt a shiver of disgust inside but spoke with apparent concern, agreeing with him, "If the Fairchild Family had their eyes on me, I surely wouldn’t be as disobedient as Sister. I would obediently marry, because Sylvia knows Dad always means the best for me, right?"

Sylvia’s gentle and easily influenced nature would make her a more manageable option. If she truly married into the Fairchild Family, she might be even more beneficial than Maeve, and wouldn’t cause trouble everywhere.

The more he thought about it, the more he believed it to be true. His gaze towards Sylvia Lane became more profound.

Sylvia Lane felt uneasy under Anson Lane’s gaze. Her previous words were just empty pleasantries; the thought of marrying that old, ugly Young Master Fairchild to live as a widow made her rather die!

Looking for an excuse to leave, the phone rang just then. Sylvia Lane walked over to answer—

"I want to speak to Anson Lane."

The commanding tone from the receiver made Sylvia’s heart skip a beat. She instinctively glanced at the caller ID—

[Old Master Fairchild.]