“Even if we have to search hard, I will find a fortune teller and seek their assistance, regardless of the cost. Let’s see if our generation can conceive a girl,” Zachary declared.
Serenity replied, “I’ve heard that fate plays a significant role as well. If the diviner doesn’t want to come, we can’t force them. Ask Nana if she knows any fortune tellers.”
As the couple strolled out of the office building toward Zachary’s car, their bodyguards returned Serenity’s vehicle.
Once inside the car, Zachary mentioned, “I heard that she once invited a fortune teller to Whitmore Mansion, where we celebrated New Year’s. She also invited him to Wildridge Manor when it was first built.”
“However, she mentioned that the diviner was already in his seventies when she invited him to Wildridge Manor, so he has likely passed away by now,” he added. Wildridge Manor had been constructed decades ago.
Serenity sighed. She found pseudoscience intriguing, even though she didn’t fully understand it. Despite her slight fear of the paranormal, she enjoyed hearing about it.
“We’ll just have to take our time finding another one,” she said. “If necessary, we can always try again for a girl later.”
Zachary placed his hand on her flat belly for a moment before withdrawing it. He said enviously, “If only we could be like Remy’s brother and sister-in-law. Both of his sisters-in-law had twins for their first pregnancies. His second sister-in-law had identical twins, and his oldest sister-in-law is nearly due too.”
Serenity laughed. “Having one son is already enough to make you envious. Imagine how much worse it would be if we had twin boys!”
Zachary was at a loss for words. He was hoping they could have fraternal twins or a pair of identical girls instead.
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