Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 1701

Chapter 1701

“Uh-huh.” Estelle nodded.

Jonathan, looking deep into her eyes, saw nothing but smile and warmth towards him. Only then did he feel somewhat at ease and started the car to leave.

Today wasnt a weekend, so the Yum Yum Bakery had fewer customers. Courtney, having a bit of free time, sat down to chat with them for a while.

She brewed some freshly dried jasmine tea for Estelle. The jasmine tree outside the window was still lush even after fall had set in. With every gust of wind, a few jasmine flowers would fall onto the window. The faint scent of jasmine wafted throughout the room.

Mr. Gould's new dish was ready, a seemingly simple vegetarian dish that required seven or eight steps to prepare. And of course, it tasted fantastic.

After lunch, Estelle went out to the yard to feed the rabbits, with Jonathan sitting beside her, handing her vegetable leaves.

“If you love rabbits that much, why not ask Mr. Wagner to keep a couple at Villa del Sol?" Jonathan proposed.

Estelle raised an eyebrow, "Keep rabbits at Villa del Sol and let them face those two fierce dogs every day? Have you considered the feelings of the rabbits?"

Jonathan chuckled, “I heard rabbits are quite timid"

"Yes, rabbits can easily die of fright," Estelle responded, feeding the rabbits the vegetable leaves in her hand.

She then asked softly, "Do you believe what the post said about me being responsible for the deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Brown?"

Jonathan was taken aback, but shook his head, “I don't believe it, not a single word"

Estelle gazed into the distance, speaking slowly, "My adoptive parents’ death had nothing to do with me. The night before the incident, they asked me to trim the roots of the wild mushrooms we were going to sell. If I didn't, they threatened not to feed me. I kept trimming until ten o'clock at night, my hands swollen and red from the cold. I couldn't hold the scissors anymore, so I fell asleep leaning against the wooden crate full of mushrooms. Victor came out to pee and saw me asleep. He then told his parents, who came out and started hitting my head against the car frame. The scissors almost poked my eye. I was numb from the cold and couldn't feel the pain, or maybe I've forgotten after all these years, but all I remember is wishing they'd kill me tight then and there, so I wouldn't have to live in such hunger and pain."