Plopping herself in Zachary’s arms, Serenity yawned and said, “I forgot to talk to you about one thing.”

“What’s that?”

Zachary took anything that came out of his wife’s mouth seriously—no matter how trivial.

“My money-hungry relatives are planning the old switcheroo. They want my cousin to go under the knife to look like me and replace me as Mrs. York.”

Zachary glowered.

“My cousin is as old as I am. Our dads look a little alike. Plus, we both take after our dads. I guess you can say that we kinda resemble each other. At least, that was what people used to say when we were little.

“I haven’t seen her for more than a decade after my parents’ passing. I don’t know what she looks like now.”

Zachary uttered with a scowl, “These people have their heads in the clouds. Seren, is my father-in-law really your grandparents’ son?”

“That’s not important when you have parents who play favorites. There are cases where the child can get less attention than an adopted child too.

“Har