Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2956

That night, after her bath, Sylvia lay in bed, restless and unable to sleep.

Although she had sorted through and made sense of many things, she still felt there was something unresolved, something she couldn't let go of.

In the second half of the night, the wind picked up. Rain lashed against the windows, thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed. It wasn't until almost dawn that the storm finally began to let up.

Georgia, who usually got up early to go for a run, woke a bit later that morning because of the rain. As she opened the door, she saw Sylvia already dressed and ready to head out.

Georgia asked, “Are you going to C City?”

Sylvia nodded straightforwardly. “I'm going to say goodbye to him. I'll make sure to get back before we head to the airport tomorrow.”

Georgia smiled, “Alright, go ahead! Do you want to eat breakfast before you leave?”

Sylvia replied, “I'll eat on the road.”

They went downstairs together. Old Mr. Quintin knew Sylvia was going to see Gabriel off; he didn’t say much face-to-face, only reminding her to drive carefully. But as soon as Sylvia left, his expression darkened. “They’re both leaving tomorrow, so why isn’t Gabriel here to see our Nana off?”

Georgia took his arm. “Don’t overthink it. As long as Nana’s happy, that’s what matters.”

Old Mr. Quintin gave a huff, then suddenly remembered something and said anxiously, “With Nana going like this, Gabriel won’t whisk her off to Tripe, will he? I won’t allow that!”

“Don’t worry, he won’t!” Georgia replied, leading him toward the dining room. “Let’s eat first.”

Old Mr. Quintin frowned and muttered, “Nana left without breakfast, and the weather’s so bad. I should’ve stopped her. If Gabriel can be patient, so can we.”

Georgia just smiled wordlessly.

*

C City, Jarvis family home.

Old Mr. Jarvis was having his morning tea when Old Wade came over. “The lights in Mr. Gabriel’s room were on all night.”

“All night?” Old Mr. Jarvis looked up. Despite the news, his expression was cheerful. “Don’t worry. Young people pull the occasional all-nighter—it won’t hurt him.”

Old Mr. Jarvis waved his hand dismissively. “Sylvia's here to see me. You just take care of whatever you need to do.”

Gabriel sat down in a chair. “If she's coming to see you, why can't I see her too?”

Old Mr. Jarvis sniffed. “I’m afraid you’ll scare her off again.”

Gabriel fell silent.

All morning, Old Mr. Jarvis drank his tea, practiced calligraphy, and fished—steady as ever. Occasionally, he looked up and saw Gabriel checking his watch, which made him shake his head and chuckle.

He always talks so logically, but he’s just as anxious as the rest of us.

By noon, with no sign of Sylvia, Gabriel finally couldn’t resist asking, “Are you sure she’s coming today?”

“Georgia called. Sylvia’s already on the way,” Old Mr. Jarvis said with a smile. “Don’t be impatient. Stay calm.”

Gabriel glanced at his watch again before turning to look out the window. The courtyard was quiet, only the bamboo leaves stirring gently in the wind.