Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2977

The girl in the blue dress looked quite young. She glanced back defensively. “I was tricked too! I spent a lot of money on it, but the seller gave me a sick cat!”

Norah snapped, “So you just toss it aside like that?”

The girl’s expression flickered with guilt, quickly hardening into irritation. “It’s my pet, and if I don’t want it anymore, that’s my choice. Why do you care? If you have such a kind heart, why don’t you take it home yourself? If you won’t, then just mind your own business!”

With that, she turned and ran off.

Norah was so angry she almost rushed after her, but Xavier caught her arm. “What’s going on?”

Norah pointed to the cardboard box on the ground. “She ditched her cat just because she didn’t want it. It’s a living creature! People like her only pretend to care.”

Xavier glanced at the box and saw a tiny kitten inside, looking weak and sickly. His voice was a bit cold. “It’s just a cat. If she can’t afford to care for it, isn’t it better to give it up than to starve herself or start borrowing money just for a cat?”

Norah disagreed immediately. “How can you call it ‘just a cat’? She bought it—she should be responsible for it!”

“And if she doesn’t have the money, then what? Not everyone is like you, Norah, able to live without worrying about money. What’s more important: a cat, or her own survival?”

Norah stared at him, taken aback. “Are you accusing me of not understanding what real hardship is—again?”

Xavier looked her right in the eyes. “Do you?”

A flare of hurt passed through Norah’s eyes; she blinked back tears. After a moment, she bent down, picked up the box, and walked away.

Xavier let out a long breath before striding after her.

Norah had already walked past where Xavier parked, continuing straight ahead, not slowing down.

He caught up and grabbed her arm. “Where are you going? Get in the car.”

Xavier asked, “But what if someone really can’t take responsibility?”

Norah turned to him, her voice small and wounded. “I don’t want a debate or your logic. When I’m angry, I just want you to be on my side—no questions, no lectures, just back me up!”

Xavier frowned. “I wasn’t lecturing you. I just didn’t want you to get so upset.”

Norah looked down, still hurt. “If you don’t take my side, it just makes me even angrier.”

Xavier hesitated, then decided not to argue any further with her. “Alright, it’s my fault.”

Norah shot him a sidelong glance, her anger mostly gone. She let out a soft huff. “Then here’s your chance to make it up to me.”

“Name it.”