Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2856

“What do you need to bring home? I can help you pack,” Georgia offered.

Sylvia smiled. “That’s alright, I can manage on my own. I really don’t have much!”

Old Mr. Quintin’s tone was gentle and kind. “Once you’re finished, make sure to come home. Your grandfather still has something to discuss with you.”

“Alright,” Sylvia replied.

Evelyn chimed in with a smile, “When Sylvia comes home, she can stay in the room next to mine. That way, we can keep each other company and chat.”

Georgia politely declined with a faint smile. “That’s not necessary. I’ve already had the room next to mine prepared—I’d like to be closer to Nana.”

Evelyn let out an awkward laugh. “That works too.”

After breakfast, Gabriel drove Sylvia to her office, with Old Mr. Quintin walking them all the way to the front gate.

As Evelyn sat in the Quintin family’s car driven by their chauffeur, she watched Old Mr. Quintin and Georgia lingering at the gate, their eyes following Gabriel’s car as it drove away. Evelyn felt a chill settle in her heart.

Blood really is thicker than water. She had spent months by Old Mr. Quintin’s side, but it still couldn’t compare to Sylvia’s single day at home.

“Let’s go—we’ll be late,” Evelyn said, pulling her gaze away and instructing the driver.

*

Driving, Gabriel kept his eyes on the road and asked Sylvia, “Do you really have a business dinner tonight?”

Sylvia leaned lazily against the seat, sunlight casting a bright glow across her gentle profile. She nodded, “I really do.”

Gabriel glanced at her but said nothing.

Sylvia’s smile was soft. “I’ll drive myself tonight. You don’t have to pick me up.”

Gabriel nodded lightly. “Alright.”

After a moment of silence, Sylvia asked in an almost casual tone, “When are you and Old Mr. Jarvis heading back to J City?”

Still, in the rare quiet moments, her mind would drift. She’d suddenly remember: she had a family now.

It still felt surreal.

Just before noon, Sylvia received a call from an unfamiliar number. When she answered, Old Mr. Quintin’s warm, caring voice came through. “Nana, it’s Grandfather.”

Sylvia laughed softly. “I recognized your voice. Is there something you need?”

Her polite tone made Old Mr. Quintin pause for a moment before he chuckled. “I asked Gabriel where your office is and had lunch sent over. You need to eat well.”

Sylvia was taken aback. “You really didn’t have to go to all that trouble…”

“It’s already on the way!” Old Mr. Quintin interrupted. “Don’t be so formal with your grandfather.”

Sylvia could only agree. “Alright, thank you!”