Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 3965

Married At First Sight Chapter 3965 
Chapter 3965 
     
“Grandma, just one question. I need you to answer one thing—Is Abby Fox the one?” 
The old lady replied calmly, “Why don’t you ask her yourself? I’m not Abby.” 
“Grandma,” Evan’s voice cracked as he nearly fell to his knees in front of her. “I messed up, okay? I regret it. Can you just tell me the truth?” 
She tapped his forehead lightly with her finger and said, “There’s no medicine for regret, Evan.” 
Then, with a hint of self-reflection, she added, “Maybe I was too controlling. Without your consent, I chose a good match for you and pushed you to pursue her. That’s on me, not you.” 
Even so, everything she did was for her grandson’s happiness. 
She had always been the strong-willed matriarch of the family. 
“Grandma, don’t blame yourself,” Evan said, his tone softening. “My brothers and I are grateful for everything you’ve done for us. Honestly, it’s a blessing to have you guiding us. Even Mom and Dad are happy—they don’t have to stress about our marriages.” 
Indeed, his parents and uncles were more than relieved to leave such matters in the old lady’s capable hands. She had an uncanny eye for people. Any woman who passed her scrutiny was bound to be exceptional. 
“So, if you’re all so willing,” she said, tilting her head, “why haven’t you done what I asked? It’s been a year, Evan. A whole year, and you still haven’t developed feelings for Abby?” 
She gave him a sharp look, her voice carrying a note of playful reproach. “Evan, I would never lead you astray. Trust me on this—I’d never steer you wrong, especially in marriage.” 
She paused, then smirked slightly. “Now, other things? Sure, I might’ve tricked you here and there. But not in this.” 
Evan sighed as she continued, “Abby is a wonderful girl, and her family—the Du family—has impeccable values. They’re a perfect match for us. Sure, they live a little far away, but that’s nothing these days. With planes and high-speed trains, you can be there in no time.” 
She chuckled before adding, “And honestly, even if they asked you to move there after marriage, I wouldn’t mind. I have plenty of grandchildren. Losing one to a good family isn’t the end of the world.” 
Evan was rendered speechless. 
“Anyway,” she pressed on, “there’s still time before my deadline for you. Why not buy a house in Huyoniville after the New Year? Move there for a while. Live close to Abby and see what happens. 
“You can leave the company to River and Alex. Focus on building your life. Or, better yet, start a business in Huyoniville. Chase your wife and build your career at the same time. Double the success, double the joy.” 
Evan stayed quiet, studying his grandmother’s face, hoping to find some clue—some hidden truth—in her expression. 
But all he noticed were the wrinkles framing her eyes and the strands of white in her hair. 
“Grandma,” he said softly, reaching out to touch her hair, “you have more white hairs now. Why didn’t you dye it black before the New Year?” 
She ran her fingers through her hair and shrugged. “I’m in my eighties, Evan. White hair comes with the territory. Why bother dyeing it? Do you think black hair would magically make me look decades younger? It’s better to accept reality. I’m old. It’s fine. As long as I’m healthy, a few wrinkles and gray hairs don’t bother me.” 
Her tone was steady and accepting, a reflection of her inner peace. 
Unlike others who fought against time—denying their age and covering up gray hair as if it could erase the years—she embraced her reality with grace. 
Evan couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe it’s us grandkids who are to blame,” he teased. “We give you so much trouble—always something to worry about. No wonder your hair keeps turning white so fast.” 
The old lady laughed softly, her sharp eyes glinting with warmth.