Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2658

"Grandma," Gladys called out softly. When the old woman didn't stir, she pushed her slightly to the side and lifted the pillow.

A manila envelope was revealed. Her eyes lit up, and a triumphant smile spread across her face.

She pulled out the envelope and quickly scanned the documents inside. The more she read, the colder her expression became, until she was glaring at the sleeping woman with pure hatred.

Fearing Dora might return, Gladys quickly took out her phone and snapped pictures of every page. Once she was done, she slipped the envelope back under the pillow.

With what she came for in hand, there was no reason to stay. She walked out, got back in her car, and stewed in her anger. She was about to call her parents but had a better idea. She dialed her aunt, Mrs. Winters.

Mrs. Winters, who had been in the middle of a card game, sounded annoyed. "What is it, Gladys? You made it sound so urgent."

Gladys showed her aunt the photos on her phone. "Auntie, do you know who Sylvia is?"

Mrs. Winters looked at the phone, her expression puzzled. She zoomed in on the text, and her face slowly hardened. "Who is Sylvia?"

Gladys was showing her Grandma Winters’s will. In it, the old woman had left a substantial portion of her dowry to someone named Sylvia.

"Grandma's family used to be in shipping," Gladys said with a cold smirk. "They were incredibly wealthy. Her dowry is full of priceless antiques, gold, and jade heirlooms. You know that better than I do. When she insisted on moving out, she took all of it with her—a truckload, I heard. She's lived alone all these years, so she couldn't have spent much. Now, on her deathbed, she's not leaving her fortune to her sons or grandchildren, but to a complete stranger. Don't you find that odd?"

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Winters asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Do you know what Sylvia does for a living? She runs a PR firm. She's very well-connected, if you know what I mean. And isn't it a coincidence that she got together with Eugene just a few days before Grandma got sick? What do you think her motives are?" Gladys said, casually examining her nails. "Even if she genuinely wants to marry him, are you really going to let your son marry a PR girl, all for the sake of Grandma's dowry? It'll be a stain on the family name. You should think carefully, Auntie."

Mrs. Winters’s face was grim. Of course, she would never let her son marry someone from that kind of background, but she also knew exactly why Gladys was telling her all this. She couldn't trust her completely.

"You seem to know a lot about this Sylvia," she said, her voice even. "What do her parents do?"