Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 4182

Married At First Sight Chapter 4183 

Chapter 4183 

“Okay, you can go wherever you want. I’ll be right there with you,” Pedro said firmly. “Miss, no matter what happens in the future, you can’t push me away again. What you did this time was way too dangerous. If anything had gone wrong, your life would have been at risk. And for what? For people like them? It’s not worth it.” 

The three Janzen brothers had nearly killed Kathryn. 

“There won’t be a next time,” Kathryn said with certainty. “This was the first and last. They’re not worth the risk. I only did it to repay my mother’s kindness—the little bit of maternal love she showed me before she was gone.” 

She took a deep breath and continued, “I cut ties with them completely last night. Have you sent my father his pension money yet? Just give it to him all at once. I don’t think we’ll ever have any contact again.” 

As soon as she said it, a wave of sadness washed over her. She had so little family to hold on to. 

“Get some rest. Once your injuries heal in a few days, I’ll go see Mr. Janzen again,” Pedro assured her. 

He wanted Kathryn to focus on recovering, not worrying about other things. He would handle everything. 

Holden should consider himself lucky that Kathryn still had even a shred of attachment to family. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have cared whether he lived or died. 

After all, Holden had never treated Kathryn like a daughter. 

There had never been any father-daughter bond between them. 

“I think he’ll come,” Kathryn murmured before closing her eyes, exhaustion settling in. “Pedro, I need to sleep for a bit. I’m too tired. While I’m resting, don’t let anyone in.” 

Liberty had said she’d visit after work. 

“Oh, but if Liberty comes, wake me up,” she added. 

Pedro gently tucked the blanket around her and replied warmly, “Okay, sleep now. I’ll keep an eye on the IV.” 

It was another long day of treatment. 

She had to be on fluids again, and the infusion would take hours—probably until evening. 

He never fell back asleep. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling, waiting for dawn. 

But because he hadn’t slept well the night before, exhaustion hit him again. 

Now, he sat alone at the dining table, staring at the elaborate breakfast the housekeeper had prepared. His usual appetite was nowhere to be found. 

He hadn’t touched a single bite. 

Yawning, he wanted to rest, but he knew that no matter how tired he was, he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he got some news. 

He had never liked Kathryn. He had even hated her. 

But now that his sons had actually tried to kill her, a strange sadness lingered. 

After all, she was still his daughter. 

His own blood ran through her veins.