Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan)
Chapter 2042

Gab asked, "You mean Mr. Brennan hurt Estelle? I think there might be some kind of mix-up. Yesterday, Lambert brought his own security guards to stand with us against Triceratops' crew, and he even brough Estelle here for surgery. He wouldn't hurt Estelle!"

Lambert kept his head down, silent and offering no defense for himself.

"Exactly, Jonah!" Josiah chimed in, in an attempt to calm the waters. "Thank goodness for the doc's timely rescue, or Estelle would've been in a real bad way. Maybe it's all a misunderstanding. Let's just wait for Estelle to come around before jumping to conclusions."

Evelyn hurried over too, throwing in her two cents in Lambert's defense. "Are you talking about when Estelle was taken by Raiden? I didn't understand why she was caught at the time, but it was Mr. Brennan who saved Estelle. I saw it with my own eyes. Even if Mr. Brennan has messed up, please, for Estelle's sake, for the fact that he saved her, don't kill him!"

Evelyn knew Estelle and Lambert first; in her mind, the three of them were closer.

During her time in Zion, it was Estelle and Lambert who were there for her, who had helped her, and it was Lambert who had brought her out of that mess yesterday.

So, her instinct was to defend Lambert.

Jonathan didn't want to hash it out further; he was more worried about Estelle, who was lying inside the room. His gaze was icy as he stared at Lambert and said, "I won't kill you now. Once Ella wakes up, we'll settle scores nice and slow."

Lambert's brown eyes were swollen blue, yet he nodded firmly. "Fine by me. Whatever she wants to settle with me, I won't run."

He had almost killed Stella, the woman he had cherished in his heart for so many years. He couldn't even forgive himself! Jonathan lowered his gun and strode briskly toward the room.

Estelle was furrowing her brow in her sleep. Jonathan had thought it was the pain from her wounds, but now he understood that wasn't it!

He also realized why she always took off the necklace he'd given her while she slept. She didn't want him to see what was wrong with her!

That Christmas Eve night, when he went to her room and found her caught in a nightmare, he had thought it was just a bad dream in an unfamiliar place without a sense of security. It never crossed his mind that she had been drugged and was nearly turned into a walking corpse!

A shiver of fear ran through Jonathan, his anger clogging his throat. He wished he could shoot Lambert dead, then personally blow Zion to smithereens.

Taking a deep breath, he reached the bedside and gently touched Estelle's forehead, his voice a suppressed whisper, "Ella!"

"Ella, can you wake up for me?"

"I'm right here!" His voice was husky and choked, "No more sleeping, okay? Wake up!"

Estelle's frown deepened, struggling as if she was desperately trying to come to. Jonathan bent down and kissed her lips fiercely, almost leaving her breathless until she slowly opened her eyes. Their eyes met, and a light flickered in Jonathan's dark eyes. Pressing his forehead against hers, he was at a loss for words, just wanting to hold her close.

"Jonathan," Estelle said, dazed, her voice raspy.

Jonathan closed his eyes and asked, "You scared the life out of me, you know?"

As Estelle's consciousness trickled back, a layer of sorrow clouded her eyes. "What about Wolf's body? Was he brought back?"

"He almost killed you!" Jonathan's voice was cold and hard.

No matter how others might forgive, he couldn't!

Estelle shook her head slightly and said, "In the end, he saved me too. Don't hate him!"

Jonathan didn't want to dwell on it. "Gab will take care of it. Don't worry about it; just rest."

"It's just a scratch, nothing serious," Estelle murmured softly.

"Ella!" Jonathan wanted to confront her, to ask what kind of injury she considered serious, whether she ever thought about his feelings. She kept saying they would stand together, but then she kept secrets from him time and again!

She had been experimented on, her mind controlled, and she hadn't told him!

But looking at her pale, haggard face, what could he say anything harsh?

Estelle seemed to sense the turmoil in Jonathan's emotions and frowned.

"Are you mad at me again?"