Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Chapter 903

Estelle quickly covered her nose and mouth with her sleeve. She grabbed the woman who was attempting to escape, and dragged her into the kitchen, slamming the door shut.

The woman was so scared she was shaking. Her face was pale. She waved her hands saying, “I didn’t do it, I had nothing to do with this!”

Estelle glanced at the boy crying in the courtyard and the girl shocked into silence, and smirked.

Wolverine knew about her past, so he found a family that favored the son over the daughter. He made this woman favor her son and abuse her daughter in front of Estelle, to trigger her painful memories and lower her guard.

But Wolverine was wrong. Those memories were gone. She felt sympathy for the little girl, but she wouldn’t let her guard down because of it.

“Where were they planning to take me after you’d knocked me out? How do you communicate with them?” Estelle asked, her voice emotionless.

The woman pretended not to understand; her eyes were wide and lost as she shook her head.

Estelle walked out and quickly brought the crying boy back inside. She pressed him down on the chopping block, and picked up the knife next to her, exuding a killer aura.

you one last time, how do you communicate with them? If you don’t tell me, I’ll kill him.

woman was so scared she was pale. She fell on her knees, ‘Don’t kill my son. I’ll tell

in her hand. The heavy iron knife spun quickly in her palm, scaring the woman so much

out, they would take you to the hillside

to hurt you. But if I didn’t do it, they would kill my son and daughter. I had

Take me to the

take you,

of the

comforting him for a bit. Trembling, she looked at

girl was passed out

had been dispersed by the wind, the concentration that was enough to knock someone

looking back at Estelle fearfully, signaling

walked over, lying down and closing her eyes. The woman put the cart’s harness on, pulling the cart as she walked out. They left the village and walked

road were covered with rubber trees, dark and secluded. At first, they could hear the laughter of workers in the distant rubber

hour, too tired to go on, she stopped to