Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Chapter 46

After dinner, when Estelle went upstairs to pack her things, Wilma made a cake, ice cream, and chocolate pudding, placing them all on the table. “Ma’am, if you crave these treats again, just come back, Il make thern for you

Estelle wasn’t typically emotional, but when she saw the affectionate and hesitant gaze in Wilma’s eyes, she felt a momentary touch of emotion. She decided to approach and give Wilma a warm hug, saying, “Perhaps I’ll return someday.”

Wilma choked up a little and said slowly, “Wagner and I will be waiting for your return.”

Estelle nodded, “Today I’ll pack my clothes, and tomorrow I’ll come back to pick them up. In the future, please take care of Max for me, you and Mr. Wagner!”

“No problem!” Wilma patted her shoulder lightly, “Take good care of yourself too.”

“Umm!”

The following day, with no afternoon classes scheduled, Estelle returned to the villa to collect her belongings and prepare to move to the Royal Mansion.

Her clothes and books were already packed, but there was still one book left in the deepest drawer of her desk. She took it out and opened to the page with the photograph.

The photograph captured a primitive jungle as the backdrop, while nine individuals donned mercenary uniforms, complete with helmets and faces adorned with camouflage paint. Only their piercing, wolf-like eyes remained visible amid the rugged terrain.

all around him.

gender. Their eyes, equally

were tugged, and she looked down to see Max. She closed the

know she was leaving, so he

Max and played with him on the balcony sofa as usual. Suddenly,

video call connected, and in the courtyard on the other side, an old man in a gray cloth gown was polishing a piece of wood. Seeing her, he asked with a smile, “Are

moving out, just

know.”

elderly man became alert, his interest piqued. “Are you moving? Did you end your commitment to the Lamont family

couldn’t help but

where are

moving to another house that the Lamont

her for a

and muttered under her breath, “He’s still as bad-tempered as ever; no

in

face as she gently stroked the soft fur of her companion,

mountain landscape