Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 3674

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. | can get out by myself. I’m in no rush,” Mr. Jimenez said, though he was clearly excited.

His hands and feet trembled slightly—not just from excitement but because of his age. It was common for the elderly to
experience this.

still, Zachary and Clive carefully helped him out of the car.

Once out, Lilian stepped forward to check Mr. Jimenez’s pulse. He smiled and reassured her, “Don't worry, I’m fine. | won't rest
until | see Clarissa’s downfall.”

“Stop saying that, Uncle Jimenez. You'll live to be a hundred—no, a hundred and twenty!” Audrey joked, quickly correcting
herself since Mr. Jimenez was already close to a hundred.

He was 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 be fulfilled, and he wouldn't care about life or death anymore.

But as long as he was alive, he would take care of Audrey's children and grandchildren, watching over them as the late
matriarch would have.

Ezequiel (Silver Fox), Dakota (the thief), and others got out of their vehicles as well, smiling as they joined the conversation:
“Brother, you have to live to a hundred and twenty. We all need to live long. There are still many young ones unmarried. If we
dont nag them every day, they'll end up like us old bachelors.”

Bianca, who had just arrived in Jensburg that day, quietly said to 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 a day either—they call morning,
noon, and night! It feels like a constant reminder.”