Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Chapter 12

Blythe had been waiting for Estelle in the office building Seeing her come out, Blythe immediately ran over and asked, “So, what did the advisor say? How are they gonna punish you?”

Estelle, carrying a backpack with both hands on the straps, replied calmly, “Why would they punish me? It was self-defense!”

Blythe looked at her disbelievingly, “Brooke’s leg is broken, and her dad came in all angry. You think they’ll just let it go?”

Estelle chuckled, “Well, it’s all settled now!”

Although Blythe had doubts, she breathed a sigh of relief, followed Estelle out of school while murnbling, “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t been obsessed with my crush, we would’ve left earlier, and this wouldn’t have happened.” Estelle didn’t mind, “Brooke seemed prepared, maybe she was waiting for me out there. Leaving early or late wouldn’t make a difference!”

“Serves her right for breaking her leg!” Blythe was furious, but then her expression changed, and her eyes lit up while looking at Estelle. “Estelle, have you practiced martial arts? Teach me how to take down Brooke with just one move!”

Estelle pursed her lips, “It was probably just a coincidence!”

Blythe rolled her eyes, “I got excited for nothing, I thought you were from some mysterious martial arts family!” Estelle sneered, “Watch fewer novels; they’re not good for your brain development!”

As they talked and laughed, they slowly walked out of the school gate. Just outside the gate, Blythe tugged Estelle’s arm and gestured to the left, “Look, it’s Angel Carmella!”

Estelle looked over to see a Mercedes parked by the side of the road. The driver had stepped out and was helping Carmella into the car.

Many people stopped and stared, girls filled with envy and boys filled with admiration. Some even shouted “Goddess!”

Blythe sighed, “Why is Carmella so lucky? Good at academics, pretty and born into a rich family! If I had just one of these things, I’d worship the god for treating me well!”

Estelle averted her gaze, smiling, “The last two are predetermined, but you can work hard on the first one!” “Forget it, with my IQ, I can’t catch up even if I work hard. But you can!” Blythe turned to look at Estelle, “Honestly, if you had a rich dad, the Campus Queen title wouldn’t belong to anyone else. Unfortunately, you lost to Carmella in family background, so you can only be a Campus Princess.”

Estelle nodded in agreement, “You can secretly call me the Campus Queen.”

Blythe burst into laughter, dragging Estelle to buy ice cream across the street, “Stop dreaming! It’s my treat today to help you calm down!”

I want two!” Estelle

pretty, so you get

to the villa by car. Today Bennett came home early, and the family of three

table, Bennett said to Simone, “When you have time,

looked up, “Is something

reason? Bennett frowned slightly. “Besides, there was a misunderstanding on your birthday. If we

said,

Simone, smiling softly, “Dad’s right. There’s no overnight hatred among family members. I’ll make a

is so thoughtful! Oh, by

spoon and quickly said, “Mr. Mullins called me this afternoon. He mentioned there’s an art exhibition at the art museum in early June. He suggested you prepare

up, “I’ll

“Yeah,” Simone nodded.

for the exhibit. Simone came in with

previous paintings and asked

yawned and suggested that Simone keep looking

and the screen lit up right away. Simone glanced at it

eye-catching title: Estelle and Brooke went at

on campus!

Estelle and another girl fighting over a boy at school. The comment section was lively, filled with

the page. Her face turned sour. Estelle was her biological daughter, mistakenly switched at birth and didn’t return to the family until she was seventeen. Simone wanted to make up for it, but after seeing Estelle’s attitude, how could she not favor Carmella, who

Estelle was the daughter of the Macclain

gloomy. Returning to the bedroom, she saw Bennett about

startled,

face darkened, “I don’t want

was all fine during

don’t want to see her!” Simone snapped before grabbing her sleeping clothes

threw his phone on the table, sighing