She clearly knew that there should be no grudges between Mom and Julian Fairchild.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed to this engagement — at that time, Julian Fairchild and Maeve Lane's marriage was already set.
But perhaps it was Rosalyn Jennings' overreaction to Julian Fairchild's name before.
Maeve Lane was silent for a moment, but still firmly replied, "Yes."
Rosalyn Jennings' figure seemed 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 came 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 Fellsmere 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?"
