Sifrin’s son or daughter?
With a mother like that, just the thought of it makes it seem like her children would definitely be little howreckers.
If such children inherited his God-given talents...
Wait! Our future son or daughter?
Does this "our" include ?
Lynn shivered on the spot; even soone as strong as the Near God felt goosebumps all over.
"In your dreams!"
Only realizing it a bit later, Lynn pointed a trembling finger at Sifrin. Not only do you want to get in the door, but you also seem to want to go all the way!
"What’s wrong with that? I can’t just live in your house for free, can I? You know I’m quite pretty too. With such a beautiful maiden offered up, who’s to say nothing unexpected will happen? I need so guarantee, after all."
Sifrin always had thick skin; even when pointed at by Lynn, she didn’t blush, instead responding loudly and self-righteously.
"Which ear of yours heard that I agreed for you to move into my house? My place is small; it can’t accommodate a figure like you!"
Although he had to admit that Sifrin’s dical skills were top-notch, her personality was too awful. The adults could handle it, but the kids and pets might be badly influenced, so this plan was a no-go.
"Not even one spare room in your house?"
Sifrin frowned upon hearing this; things seed not to be so simple. She had done her howork and knew Lynn had quite a few female companions, but not enough to fill a whole house. Could it be he added new mbers to his harem during his trip?
"Nope, all filled up, even the cat bed can’t fit another person."
Lynn waved a hand, clearly rejecting the notion. If things got dire, he could find a newly graduated nurse, which was much better than having Sifrin move in.
"Then just get a bunk bed; won’t that solve the problem?"
Sifrin crossed her arms and pouted as she made the suggestion; her expressions were especially vivid, making it seem like she was the one Lynn desperately wanted to move in.
"Even the bunk beds are full!"
Lynn responded decisively.
"Then..."
"No ’then’ or ’but’—every top, middle, lower middle, and bottom bunk is occupied in our house!"
This ti, before Sifrin could say another word, Lynn blocked everything she wanted to say.
The usually lively Sifrin was being rejected by a man for the first ti, and she was a bit emotional, but she dared not lose her temper at him. After all, her skin was mischievous, not tough; she’d feel pain if hit...
"Lynn, don’t be so prejudiced against Sifrin. She’s gradually learning to behave better. I think we can hire her as a live-in doctor; her dical skills are top-notch on the Divine Protection Continent."
At this mont, Catherine stood up to speak for Sifrin. She genuinely wanted to send Sifrin elsewhere to "cause trouble"... well, not quite. Mainly, Lynn’s household really needed a dical expert.
It’s not just about the current kids but also for future prenatal care. With Lynn’s ever-growing harem, it’s foreseeable how many pregnant won there’ll be; the household will need a professional.
Plus, Lynn isn’t interested in Sifrin romantically, which makes it even better.
After all, if it were any other pretty female doctor, who knows if she’d end up pregnant while tending to others. How would that work?
"You know what Sifrin is like, aren’t you just digging a fire pit in my house?"
This was one of the rare tis Lynn didn’t listen to his wife’s advice. He loved Catherine and was willing to spoil her, but this ti she was going too far. Even if she wanted a real Siberian Husky, he could agree, but not Sifrin!
"You’re so powerful; you’re afraid of handling just one Sifrin?"
Hearing this, Catherine glanced sideways at Lynn, silently suggesting that leaving Sifrin in her own ho wasn’t a suitable option either.
"Oh? So, you’re saying I can scold or even hit her when she gets out of line?"
Upon hearing Catherine’s words, Lynn raised an eyebrow. Watching from the side, Sifrin suddenly felt a chill, sensing sothing bad was about to happen.
"Well... that’s possible. Anyway, my uncle can’t control her, so as her brother-in-law... uh, if you have a way, you can manage her, just don’t really kill her."
To rationally get Sifrin out of the house, Catherine was willing to make a trade. But it was Sifrin she was really trading away.
"Hey! Am I really that annoying?"
Sifrin straightened her back abruptly, speaking defiantly.
"You know the answer, don’t you?" ×2.
Lynn and Catherine said in unison.
"..."
"Boo, sister, you’re heartless, not caring for your little sister at all, and brother-in-law, you hogged both of my sisters and still bully , boo..."
Sifrin sat slumped in her chair, sulkily crying. However, after crying out loud for a while, neither Lynn nor Catherine saw a single tear fall.
"Alright, let’s stop joking. I’m serious—your household really needs Sifrin. Don’t be so quick to refuse. If you’re truly uneasy, I can move in with her. I’ll share the room and keep an eye on her. Is that okay?"
After teasing Sifrin a bit, Catherine turned serious. Her previous proposal wasn’t for fun but because it was genuinely needed at the Lynn estate.
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