Married at First Sight novel (Serenity and Zachary York)

The three brothers respectfully replied and quickly left.

Audrey and the others stepped out of their cars when Kathryn came out.

Mr. Jimenez, being very old, took his time getting out.

Zachary and Clive stood on either side of the car door, waiting for him. When Mr. Jimenez opened the door, they both leaned in to help. "Take it slow, Grandpa Jimenez. No rush, take your time."

For Zachary and Clive, the Farrell Family Mansion was just Clarissa's home. But for Mr. Jimenez, it was filled with memories. It was where his master had lived her entire life-born, raised, and later becoming the head of the mansion. Mr. Jimenez had spent decades by his master's side. Though he never lived there, he visited often. Today, he was returning to a place that felt like home.

"You don't need to help me. I can get out by myself. I'm in no rush," Mr. Jimenez said, though he was clearly excited.

feet trembled slightly-not just from excitement but because of his age. It was common for the elderly to

Clive carefully helped him

smiled and reassured her, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I won't rest until I see

hundred-no, a hundred and twenty!" Audrey joked, quickly correcting

want to make it

determined to live long enough to help the late matriarch get justice and see the end of her murderer. After that, the purpose that had driven him for decades would

alive, he would take care of Audrey's

life-longer than most-and had

they joined the conversation: "Brother, you have to live to a hundred and twenty. We all need to live long. There are still many

Sariyah, "Sister Sariyah, ever since you and Sister Lilian got married, us single ones have been getting nagged to marry every day. It's not just once

their lives, living carefree. But now that they're old, they're the ones pressuring us to get married." sariyah smiled and replied, "You'll get used to it. Your family will sort it