Chapter 4043

Married At First Sight Chapter 4043
Chapter 4043
“I miss my husband. He’s been gone for so long,” the elderly woman said, wiping away her tears. “But I don’t dwell on it anymore. I feel blessed—more than he ever was. I’ve lived long enough to witness several of my grandsons marry. If I’m fortunate enough, I might even see the ninth one get married too.”
She paused, her gaze filled with longing. “All I truly wish for is to have a great-granddaughter before I go. Before he passed, my husband expressed that his biggest regret was never having a daughter or a granddaughter.”
Rosella gently comforted her. “Mom, you’ll live to be a hundred—no, 120—and you’ll see the ninth grandson marry and hold your great-granddaughter in your arms. After all, you have nine grandsons. Surely, one of them will give you a little girl.”
However, Rosella didn’t dare to sound too confident.
The York family hadn’t welcomed a daughter in three generations. Any baby girls born in the past had tragically passed away in infancy.
It was as if girls were hesitant to be reborn into the York family.
“That’s true,” the elderly woman said, her tone filled with hope. “With nine granddaughters-in-law, one of them is bound to give me a great-granddaughter. With our family’s excellent genes, she’ll undoubtedly be beautiful, sweet, and utterly adorable.”
She smiled, her thoughts drifting. “Like little Avah. I haven’t seen her in so long, and I miss her terribly. Every time I see her, I feel like a thief, tempted to take her away and raise her myself. But, of course, I wouldn’t actually do that—the Johnsons would think I’m crazy!”
Rosella chuckled. “Mom, every time you see Avah, you practically drool over her. It’s no wonder they keep such a close watch on her. She’s their only precious child, and with the way you look at her, anyone would think…

“You’re plotting something,” the old lady chuckled, a bit embarrassed. “You’re right. That’s why we need a little girl of our own. If we have our own daughter, we won’t have to envy anyone; let them envy us instead!” However, families like the Yorks—who hadn’t had daughters for generations—were quite rare. Perhaps it was the wish of the York ancestor for a thriving lineage, and in fulfilling that wish, God made the family prosperous but kept daughters away.

“Rosella,” the old lady said, her tone changing. “Since they’re not home, let’s go out for a while. Let’s visit FC Manor. I miss Avah, and she should be walking by now. Children are absolutely adorable when they first start walking—waddling like little penguins.”

Rosella considered this. Staying home felt dull, and a little outing with her mother-in-law sounded enticing. The household would manage just fine without her; her sister-in-law handled most of the responsibilities anyway.

“Alright,” Rosella agreed. “But shouldn’t we inform your sons—or at least Zachary?” The old lady rolled her eyes, looking at Rosella as if she’d lost her mind. “Are you serious? If we tell Zachary, do you really think we’ll get to leave? He won’t let me go anywhere. He keeps insisting I’m too old and should just stay home and relax.”

She sighed dramatically. “The seventh and eighth boys aren’t in any rush to marry. They’ve just started their careers and need to toughen up before settling down. Let them mature a bit. When the time comes, I’ll find good wives for them. But until then, I’ll stay put—or at least let Zachary think I am.”

Rosella couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re right. If Zachary finds out, it’s game over. I’ll pack quietly, and we’ll slip out before anyone notices.”

“Good girl,” the old lady said, a

a playful glint in her eye.