Afterwards, Gooji contentedly patted Sifrin with its paw pads, indicating that little Lynn’s service was very satisfactory, then wagged its tail and ran off.

After playing with the chubby cat for a while, Sifrin turned her gaze to Xue’er, who was strolling around the yard like a free-range chicken, but she just glanced and didn’t take any action.

After all, that’s Cleia’s big bird, not Lynn’s, what’s so fun about it?

With Vivian’s guidance, the two little ones quickly finished their homework and began running wildly around the house.

Sifrin wanted to join in the fun, but was stopped by a look from her sister Catherine.

It wasn’t until dinner time that she was allowed to move freely.

But who wants to move freely during dinner? No matter how unruly Sifrin was, she wouldn’t fool around while eating, unless the cook’s skills were very much not to her taste.

However, Vivian’s cooking skills had improved remarkably over this period, at least much better than her usual junk food diet.

For a pampered lady from an aristocratic family to achieve this level, no one could find fault with it. If there had to be a problem, it would be why she’s Lynn’s wife and not mine.

After dinner, Lynn asked Vivian out for a walk and a chat, and Sifrin wanted to follow as a bright third-wheel, but was suppressed by Catherine and Natasha together.

She kind of regretted sneaking into the Lin Family, where she couldn’t do anything she wanted. Not to mention mischief, even being treated like a normal person was difficult.

At night, when it was time for bed, Sifrin watched wide-eyed as Natasha smiled and strutted into Lynn’s bedroom. You could guess with your toes what they were going to do tonight.

Although Sifrin was always wild, she was pure in this aspect. After all, the Saintess profession was very particular about this. If she accidentally fell into wickedness, she would have to bid farewell to her identity.

"Catherine, you’re so lame. Getting face-slammed by your first love is one thing, but how can some little female dragon climb all over you? Are you only good for nothing in the Lin Family?"

Here, Sifrin found herself at the bottom of the food chain, unable to control anything. But in such a situation, she seized the chance to point fingers at Catherine.

"Just like you, I’m a guest of the Lin Family. Natasha’s practically half the hostess. Of course, her status in her own home is higher than mine."

For such an obvious attempt at sowing discord, Catherine was absolutely not taking the bait. Moreover, she never considered herself a Lin Family member, so why compare herself to Natasha?

"Hah, you might even be able to fool yourself, but there’s no fooling me, Lord Sifrin. Catherine, do you have the kind of character to ambiguously live in a man’s home? If you haven’t already considered him family with a special connection, I’ll write my name backward! I’ll be known as Sifrin Sa’wen from now on!"

Sifrin spoke confidently, more sure of herself than when she was running for Saintess, clearly having made up her mind.

Surprised by Sifrin’s serious assertion, Catherine was a little taken aback. She knew Sifrin well; despite her usual fooling around, she was reliable when serious. Although she was quite the actress during pranks, her intuition told her that Sifrin wasn’t acting this time.

"Maybe. If one day I can accept men, Lynn would be my first choice. Putting aside the fact that I don’t like men, I can’t fault him in any way."

Catherine vaguely remembered offhandedly mentioning her feelings to Lynn, and with Sifrin, she felt no need to hide them.

Anyway, discussing it requires tossing aside her aversion to men, and her dislike is inherent, it’s impossible to let it go...

"If I were you, I’d find Lynn first thing tomorrow to book a slot for tomorrow night. Otherwise, once you come to your senses, who knows how far down the line you’ll be. Judging by Lord Lynn’s speed of attracting bees and butterflies, it might easily hit double digits. If you don’t snag a front-row seat now, you’ll be crying over it later."

Sifrin offered her earnest advice to her silly cousin. According to intelligence, Lynn was earnestly pursuing her cousin. Who knows if there’d be any favoritism, but it was definitely more cherished than those who delivered themselves to his doorstep. Yet such a golden opportunity was slipping by; she was truly squandering talent. If it were her, she’d pounce on it immediately.

"That’s my own business. I don’t need you to worry about it. Even if someday that day comes, I wouldn’t blame anyone if I’m at the very bottom. It’s all I deserve."

With that, Catherine was done discussing this with Sifrin. She decisively took off her clothes and changed into pajamas, ending the conversation.

Meanwhile, her roomie Sifrin lay with her chin in hand, staring blankly at her beautiful, silly cousin changing clothes.

Sigh... what a waste of this lush, juicy top-tier body and such a beautiful face. Clearly, she was so close yet so far from the moon. Perhaps it was indeed Celestial Mandate that she was not meant to have this fortune.

With that thought, Sifrin also kicked off her shoes and got into bed, still wearing her white robe.

"Put on pajamas! Don’t be such a slob!"

Seeing this, Catherine nudged Sifrin. No matter how lazy you are, you shouldn’t sleep in your outer clothes. You’re sisters, of the same age and blood-related, so why be embarrassed to change clothes in front of each other?