Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 360 - 229: Transoceanic Call (Part 3)

She carefully stepped over the iron mesh, and as soon as her head poked through, a strong stench hit her. The acidic, rotten smell of food that had been rotting for who knows how long irritated her nose, and under the moonlight, she could vaguely see wriggling insects... Sylvia Lane vomited up what she had just eaten today, retching uncontrollably.

Sylvia Lane felt she had never suffered such hardship in her entire life; she still had to tread on such things to find a doghole!

She desperately held her breath, feeling her way along with her hands. Here, a lot of weeds had grown, and she couldn’t see with the naked eye, needing to use her hands to part the grass.

Occasionally, she would touch some soft-bodied creatures, and she cried loudly as she did so.

Finally, she found a hole that was just slightly bigger than her head.

She lowered her head, and the pungent, nauseating smell grew even stronger, almost making her pass out!

Sylvia Lane dared not cry; crying meant inhaling deeply, making the smell worse.

She covered her mouth, only to get stuck halfway through crawling!

Her stomach and backside simply couldn’t get through!

Sylvia Lane was so anxious she could die; she was about to escape, but didn’t expect to have a problem here.

She was stuck there for over half an hour before she managed to inch her way out bit by bit!

Once out, Sylvia Lane sat dazedly on the main road, pedestrians passing by gave her looks of disgust.

She had stayed in that place so long, the smell had seeped into her!

Even she was nauseated by her own stench!

She dragged her legs, intending to find a place to make a call for Anson Lane to pick her up.

After walking out, she saw a wealthy woman leaning against a car door, coincidentally also sizing her up, with a phone in her hand.

She looked around; there were no other places still open, so she thought to borrow a phone from this person.

Sylvia Lane walked over to the car, looked at her, and said, "Could you lend me your phone to make a call?"

The wealthy woman looked at her with a complicated expression but seemed reminded of someone, momentarily stunned.

"May I?"

"You may."

"Thank you! May I know your name? I’ll compensate you once I get home!"

The wealthy woman replied, "My last name is Roland, just call me Mrs. Roland."

Sylvia Lane quickly nodded and took the phone from Mrs. Roland’s hand.

She called several times, but there was no answer from Anson Lane, yet Mrs. Roland showed no impatience.

Finally, she got through on the last try, Sylvia Lane cried as she spoke to Anson Lane, and the other side simply said a few "mm-hm"s before hanging up.

Sylvia Lane ran back, handed the phone back to Mrs. Roland, and said, "I’m Sylvia Lane, thank you so much, Mrs. Roland!"

Mrs. Roland glanced at her and suddenly took out a business card from the car, "If you run into any trouble, call this number, I’ll see if I can help you."

Sylvia Lane felt insulted.

Since when could just anyone pity her!

She was a big star and also a daughter of the Lane Family!

Mrs. Roland just purely thought of her own Ruby.

Countless times in the middle of the night, she feared Ruby wouldn’t meet a good family and end up on the streets. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Such nightmares had haunted her for years.

So she was particularly generous to beggars, often doing charity work, hoping to accumulate virtue and good deeds for the child she had never met.

Though Sylvia Lane was angry in her heart, she still needed her help; Anson Lane had not yet arrived, and maybe she would need to make another call.

"Mrs. Roland, can you wait here for a moment? My father will come to pick me up soon, just a moment, it won’t take long."

Mrs. Roland nodded good-naturedly and handed Sylvia Lane a piece of bread.

Sylvia Lane felt like chewing wax, having waited for almost half an hour before a car finally drove up to her.

Anson Lane wasn’t inside; it seemed he had sent someone to fetch her.

Sylvia Lane finally felt relieved, tossed the bread aside, and happily got into the car!

She didn’t even have time to bid farewell to Mrs. Roland!

Mrs. Roland wasn’t bothered; she genuinely thought that the young girl was a beggar, and she smelled worse than any beggar she had ever seen.

Little did she know, she belonged to a well-off family, with a driver to pick her up.

She sighed, then got into her car.

...

Maeve Lane lay on the bed when suddenly, an international call came.

She tapped to answer, but no one on the other end of the line said anything.

"Who’s this?"

It seemed like a girl softly muttered something on the other end and then hung up.

Maeve Lane felt it was a bit strange, "Did they dial the wrong number?"

Meanwhile, across the ocean.

Meredith abruptly cut off the call, "Geez, we’re supposed to be good friends, why does calling her feel like calling an ex."

Meredith lowered her eyes, unsure if Maeve Lane still remembered her. She considered her a good friend, but she wasn’t sure what Maeve Lane thought...