Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3207

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That night, at the Hanson estate.

It was past nine, and Gonzalez still wasn't home. Simon Hanson insisted on waiting in the living room, needing to discuss some business matters with him.

Yvonne stood behind the sofa, massaging Simon's shoulders. "How's that, Dad? Feeling better?"

Simon patted her hand affectionately. "Let the staff handle it. Don't tire yourself out."

"I'm not tired," Yvonne replied, gently increasing the pressure.

Simon's tone softened. "Yvonne, your brother lost his mother at a very young age. Over the years, I poured all my parental affection into you. Now, I just want to make things up to him a little. You understand, don't you?"

Yvonne lowered her gaze, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Of course I understand. No matter what you do, Dad, I could never blame you."

Simon nodded, relieved. "I just hope you two can get along. If anything ever happens to your mother and me, you and Gonzalez will be each other's only family."

Standing behind him, Yvonne's lips curled into a dismissive, cold smirk, though her voice remained perfectly sweet. "Don't worry, Dad."

Hannah Hanson emerged from the kitchen, carrying a steaming bowl of Golden Broth Sea Cucumber. "I made this myself. Try some, dear."

Simon took the bowl, tasting a spoonful. "Perfect."

Hannah smiled and turned to Yvonne. "Mrs. Winters is hosting her birthday banquet tomorrow. The boutique delivered my gown this afternoon, but I'm not sure which jewelry to pair with it. Could you come upstairs and help me pick something out?"

"Sure!" Yvonne agreed, stepping away from the sofa.

Yvonne's face flushed with anger. Clutching the white hair, she stormed downstairs to find Simon.

Just as she reached the ground floor, Gonzalez walked through the front door.

"Perfect timing," Yvonne snapped, her face set in a hard glare. "Your cat just destroyed the dress Mom was supposed to wear tomorrow. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Simon looked up, bewildered. "What's going on?"

"Dad!" Yvonne cried, her voice trembling with manufactured grievance. "Mom had a custom gown made for tomorrow's banquet. She hadn't even worn it once, and Gonzalez's cat clawed it to shreds! It's completely ruined!"

Gonzalez's expression remained perfectly stoic. "And what makes you so sure my cat did it?"

Yvonne held up her hand, pinching the pure white strand of fur between her fingers. "I found this on the fabric. Here's your proof!"