Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2828

Evelyn stepped forward with a smile. "Not so fast. It'll take four hours to get the results. Don't be anxious, Grandpa."

"That long!" Old Mr. Quintin sat down and glanced at the time, feeling as though every minute was an agony.

Don, meanwhile, asked Georgia with concern, "Did it hurt to have your blood drawn?"

Georgia smiled faintly. "Just a little prick. It didn't hurt."

"While we wait, I'd like to say a few words," Old Mr. Jarvis announced.

Everyone fell silent and looked at him.

Old Mr. Jarvis spoke slowly. "There are only two possible outcomes, each with a fifty-fifty chance. Everyone should be prepared. If Evelyn is a Quintin, then we can all rejoice, and there's nothing more to be said. If she isn't, Georgia, you shouldn't be disappointed or resent Old Mr. Quintin. All these years, he has never given up on finding Nana. When Nana was lost, he nearly followed her, refusing to eat or drink. You saw that with your own eyes."

Georgia's nose stung, and she nodded slowly. "I understand what you mean, Mr. Jarvis."

Old Mr. Jarvis then turned to Old Mr. Quintin. "The same goes for you. Your body can't handle extreme joy or sorrow. Even if Evelyn isn't her, you must be mentally prepared."

Old Mr. Quintin, however, said nothing. He stood up and walked out to the garden alone.

Just as Evelyn was about to follow him, Old Mr. Jarvis said, "Georgia, you should go talk to your father."

Georgia agreed and followed him out.

In the back garden, Old Mr. Quintin sat alone on a bench, quietly looking at the blooming jasmine flowers, though his gaze seemed distant, as if he were seeing nothing at all.

"Dad."

Georgia sat down beside him.

"What if we just don't get the results?" Old Mr. Quintin said suddenly. "Can't you just pretend Evelyn is Nana?"

Georgia lowered her eyes. "So, what you really want is just some peace of mind," she said quietly. "It doesn't actually matter if Evelyn is Nana or not."

Georgia nodded. "It's been tiring, but fulfilling."

"Don't work too hard. You're not young anymore."

"I know."

"That man, Don... does he like you?"

Georgia frowned instinctively, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "After I turned eighteen, you warned me that I was never to date a foreigner, let alone marry one. So don't worry, I won't get together with him."

But after a moment's hesitation, Old Mr. Quintin said quietly, "That was how I used to think. Now... as long as you're happy, if you want to be with him, I won't stop you."

Georgia looked at her father in surprise.

Had he really grown old and become more open-minded?