Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2111

Jonathan peered through the windshield at the traffic ahead, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Feeling a bit unsettled because you think she's too eager, too impatient?"

Estelle shook her head. "Put yourself in her shoes. Anyone would be desperate to learn about their origins, to meet their biological family as soon as possible. It's only natural. We can't blame her. I'm just worried because Old Mr. Quintin and Evelyn are so overjoyed. What if Evelyn isn't Vivian's daughter?"

"Then let's not wait for Vivian to return. We should just get the DNA test done now," suggested Jonathan. "The longer we wait, the messier it could get."

Old Mr. Quintin had already grown fond of Evelyn, treating her like his own granddaughter. The deeper his affection grew over time, the more devastating the disappointment would be.

Estelle relayed Old Mr. Jarvis's perspective, "Grandpa was quite clear. Old Mr. Quintin wants to use Evelyn as a way to bring Vivian back home. If we get the test done and it turns out there's no blood relation, and Vivian doesn't come back, wouldn't Old Mr. Quintin be even more heartbroken?"

Jonathan let out a half-hearted chuckle. "So, we're caught between a rock and a hard place, huh?"

"All I can hope for now," Estelle said, "is that Evelyn truly is Old Mr. Quintin's granddaughter, that there's been no mistake."

Jonathan took Estelle's hand, offering comfort. "I understand your concerns, but you haven't done anything wrong. There's no need for undue worry. We've done our part; the rest is up to fate."

Estelle intertwined her fingers with his. "That's all we can do at this point!"

Everything hinged on Vivian's return.

Two days later.

At eight in the morning, Estelle opened her eyes to find Jonathan lying beside her, his gaze intently fixed on her.

"Did you dream?" he asked softly.

Estelle pondered for a moment. "I did, but I can't remember what about."

Jonathan chuckled lowly. "Today, you woke up on your own."

Estelle blinked, then a smile crept into her eyes as she reached out and embraced him, burying herself in his warmth.

Jonathan stroked her hair gently. "I love it when you're willing to admit you're wrong."