| Susan Rose | |||||||
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| EastEnders character | |||||||
| Portrayed by | Tilly Vosburgh | ||||||
| Duration | 1997–99 | ||||||
| First appearance | 25 August 1997 | ||||||
| Last appearance | 14 February 1999 | ||||||
| Classification | Former; regular | ||||||
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Susan Rose, played by Tilly Vosburgh, is the ex-wife of market inspector Michael Rose (Russell Floyd) and mother of Matthew Rose (Joe Absolom).
She arrives in Walford in 1997 along with her son Matthew. She suffers from multiple sclerosis and Michael and Matthew end up caring for her. Michael and Susan's relationship takes an upward turn as a result of this and they soon rekindle their relationship. When a new market inspector Lisa Shaw (Lucy Benjamin) arrives in Walford in late 1998, Michael becomes attracted to her, and soon after, he and Lisa start an affair. Michael ends the affair with Lisa within weeks after Susan wants Michael to move away with her to Leeds. Susan and Michael leave Walford together in 1999 and Susan is unaware of Michael and Lisa's fling. Although Michael occasionally returns to Walford to support Matthew who is on trial for the murder of Saskia Duncan (Deborah Sheridan-Taylor), although the real culprit is Steve Owen (Martin Kemp). Susan does not return and has not been seen since.
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