Female Novel
Chapter 2108
Estelle's gaze flickered, and she had a hunch about the underlying reasons.
Old Mr. Jarvis continued, “Old Mr. Quintin is just itching to see Vivian again. He's using thisopportunity to call her back. If they do the paternity test now and find out Evelyn isn't Nana, whatreason would he have left to bring Vivian home?”novelbin
Estelle furrowed her brow, “But what if it turns out Evelyn isn’t Nana? If Vivian comes back andthinks Old Mr. Quintin has deceived her, won't she resent him even more?”
Old Mr. Jarvis let out a weary sigh, “He'd made mistakes in the past. Right now, Old Mr. Quintincan't bother with those details; he just wants to see Vivian.”
Estelle’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and stepped aside to answer, “Jonathan!”
Jonathan's voice came through, “Where are you?”
“At Old Mr. Quintin’s house!”
“I’m heading over!” The sound of a car engine hummed in the background. “Oh, and Mom called meearlier. She said Evelyn went out this afternoon to wander around the neighborhood but hasn'tcome back yet. Has she reached out to you?”
Estelle pressed her lips together, “She's here at Old Mr. Quintin’s place.”
Jonathan raised an eyebrow in surprise, “She found her way there on her own?”
“Yeah!”
“What’s the situation?”
“Old Mr. Quintin is so desperate to find his granddaughter, he's convinced himself that Evelyn isNana without even waiting for a DNA test,” Estelle said with a helpless chuckle. “He’s even toyingwith the idea of setting her up with my brother.”
Jonathan chuckled softly, “That's fast!”
Estelle looked down, her voice tinged with worry, “I’m really concerned.”
She was worried that Evelyn wasn’t Old Mr. Quintin's granddaughter, and that both Old Mr. Quintinand Evelyn would end up with false hopes.
Jonathan reassured her, “Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon.”
“Okay, drive safely.”
After hanging up, Estelle returned to the pavilion where only Gabriel was still present.
Gabriel turned towards her, “What do you think the odds are?”
Estelle took a seat across from him, her voice even, “To be honest, I only heard about Vivian andNana from my grandfather before heading to Citadel. Then, I stumbled upon Evelyn there, and afterspotting a birthmark on her back, I rescued her.”
“She mentioned she was adopted at around three or four years old and had recently had a fallingout with her adoptive parents.”
“Her background and distinctive marks closely match Nana’s, so I brought her back to J City. Theplan was to confirm everything with a DNA test, but she ended up finding her way here first.”
Gabriel leaned against a pillar, his expression cool and detached, “If she truly is Old Mr. Quintin’sgranddaughter, that would be great.”
Estelle teased him, “What, you’re hoping to marry her?”
Gabriel snorted with laughter, “You think it’s possible? Old Mr. Quintin got carried away withhappiness and started playing matchmaker without even considering what the girl wants, decidingher fate just like that!”
Estelle chuckled, “How did your blind date go today?”
Gabriel smirked, “I should be asking you. You knew it was Sylvia and you still dragged me there?Magdalen might not be aware of my history with her, but surely you knew, right?”
Estelle crossed her legs and leaned against the wooden railing, her voice warm with mirth, “I admitit seemed funny at first, but then I thought, Sylvia’s left the agency, she’s not your subordinateanymore. There could be a chance, right?”
“What chance?” Gabriel eyed her skeptically.
Estelle shrugged, “You really don’t like Sylvia? I think she’s great. If she weren’t, Magdalen wouldn’thave thought to set you two up.”
Gabriel said flatly, “She’s fine, but we’re not compatible.”
Their past was complicated. She had come to his bed seeking protection, and he had indulged herbecause, well, he was a man with needs.
Perhaps it was because they had seen too much of each other’s hidden agendas, making itimpossible to develop feelings like any ordinary man and woman might.
Estelle arched her brow, “That’s a shame!”
Gabriel turned his gaze towards the winter blossoms in the garden, his cool demeanor givingnothing away.
“By the way,” Estelle asked curiously, “if the blind date was a bust, where did you disappear to allafternoon? Why are you only getting back now?”