Married At First Sight Chapter 3958 Chapter 3958


    Wildridge Manor had plenty of space, and with so many workers living nearby at the base of the mountain, it never felt dull. When the boredom set in, the olddy York would take a stroll down the mountain, blending in with the locals and listening to their conversations. Time seemed to fly by. When Evan returned home, he immediately set out to find his grandmother, the olddy York. However, she wasn''t at the manor; she was somewhere in the vige below, though he had no idea which house she was visiting. Rather than going door to door, Evan took the practical route and called her.


    It took a moment, but she eventually answered.


    "Evan, you''re back? I thought you were skipping the New Year altogether!" she teased, her voice warm with amusement. "So? Did you find your ''Fox''? Your older brothers have allnded their beautiful women, and now you three are left. Elian''s moving faster than you he said he''ll bring his fiancée home by May. Even Tatum is ahead of you. At least he''s not dawdling like you!" "Grandma," Evan said, trying to keep his tone steady, "when will you be back? I need to talk to you about something important."


    The olddy, catching on to his tone, yed coy. "I''m not at the vi right now. I''m out shopping with your sister-inw, and I don''t n on heading back anytime soon. If you''ve got something to say, just tell me over the phone. It''s quicker that way." "Will you be back tonight?" Evan asked, sounding more impatient.


    "Hmm, not likely," she replied. "I might stay in the city overnight I''ve got plenty of ces to crash."


    Evan exhaled deeply, reigning in his frustration. "Fine, Grandma. I''ll talk to you tomorrow." "Tomorrow? That''s New Year''s Eve. Do you think I''ll have time to sit around chatting? Everyone will be busy prepping for the festivities. Whatever it is, just say it now. I''ve got good hearing; I can listen just fine over the phone." Evan tried again. "If not tomorrow, will you have time on the first or second day of the New Year?"


    The olddy thought for a moment. On the second day, her daughters-inw would likely take their children to visit their own parents. The olddy herself didn''t often visit her own family, though her nephews and grandchildren usually came to see her during the holidays. Evan was already forming a n. He''d skip the visit to his uncle''s house and stay back at the vi, cornering his grandmother for a private conversation. He was determined to get her to admit the truth-or better yet, hand over proof that Fox was Abby. If he could confirm that Fox was indeed Abby, his entire world would finally fall into ce.


    The olddy, sensing his urgency, chuckled. "Alright, if you don''t want to talk now, we''ll leave it forter. But I''ve got to go. Your sister-inw and I are off to see some flowers." And with that, she hung up, leaving Evan to stew.


    Evan stared at his phone, his lips twitching in exasperation.


    "Flowers?" he muttered under his breath. "There are plenty of flowers at the vi, not to mention the fields at the foot of the mountain. Does she really need to go into the city to see flowers?"


    He shook his head. His grandmother was impossible. During the New Year, she loved roaming around and soaking in the festive cheer wherever she could find it.


    Back in the city, the olddy turned to Serenity with a sly smile. "You see, Seren, after your little reminder to Evan, he''s finallying to me for help."


    Serenity, calm as ever, responded, "I doubt it''ll do much good. Without evidence to prove Fox is Abby, he''s got nothing to stand on. All Abby has to do is deny it, and he''s stuck."


    Camry, overhearing, chuckled. "Good thing Callum and I didn''t get caught up in Grandma''s schemes."


    Hayden sighed in agreement. "Honestly, it''s a relief."


    The olddyughed heartily, clearly amused by their reactions. "You''re all good kids, but Evan... Evan just wouldn''t listen to me. Does he think I''d ever steer him wrong? I might not have many tricks up my sleeve, but I can still judge people better than most." She sat back, proud of herself, as her granddaughters-inw chimed in with yful praise.


    "If you weren''t sharp, Grandma," one of them teased, "the rest of us wouldn''t stand a chance."