Married at First Sight novel (Serenity and Zachary York)

Chapter 4017

Abby had always gotten along well with Grandma York and instinctively didn't want to bother her.

"Sister," Abby said, her tone cautious, "if you have any issues, just take them up with Evan directly. Don't involve Grandma York. She may be strong for her age, but she's still in her early eighties. A long journey could be too much for her, and we couldn't forgive ourselves if anything happened."

Adalee chuckled, her tone teasing. "I've heard that Grandma York is quite the lively spirit-an 'old naughty girl' who loves a good spectacle. She's strong, yes, and I think she'd enjoy watching the drama unfold."

Abby sighed. "Please don't, Sister. Grandma York is the backbone of the York family. She's so dear to me, and I'd never forgive myself if anything jeopardized her safety. She's not just strong; she's sharp, too. I truly admire everyone in the York family." She paused briefly, recalling the words of her master. He had always reassured her, saying that if she married into the York family, she'd never need to worry. If she married elsewhere, however, he feared the family or the man might not treat her well. Adalee snapped Abby out of her thoughts. "Does Grandma York know how to use WhatsApp?" "Yes," Abby confirmed. "She's surprisingly tech-savvy for her age."

Abby agreed, but only after confirming several times that Adalee wouldn't ask Grandma York to make the trip. Finally, she gave her sister Grandma York's phone number. But her curiosity-and concern-got the better of her. "Sister, what

continued with a sly chuckle, "But if you didn't like him anymore, well, let's just say Evan wouldn't get off so easily. Since you do, I'll settle for venting my frustrations and mocking him a bit. Don't worry, I know my

abruptly ended the call. "Anyway, I'm off to the hotel for dinner.

Adalee, who had been seething with anger for months, wouldn't just let things go so easily. She was definitely hiding

hunger gnawed at her. She packed up her things, grabbed her bag, and turned off the lights in her office. The top floors of the building, housing executive offices and large conference rooms, were dark and quiet. Most of the employees who needed to work overtime had returned to the office earlier at around 6:30

footsteps echoing in the stillness. As she walked

them hesitated before saying, "Vice President Du, Mr. York is still waiting for you at the

stopped mid-step, surprised. "Evan's still here?"

cares?" she replied dismissively,