BossNovelMarried At First Sight Chapter 4027 Chapter
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Zachary explained to Tatum that the scheming old man, Labby, was trying to seize the Ormond family's property
and claim it as his own. Labby lacked any legitimate inheritance rights within his family-no recognition as the
family head, no tokens, no totems. Just ambition and greed. "Brother," Tatum said, "I don't have any clever
advice for you. Like Big Brother said, we trust
Grandma. As long as you follow her instructions, you won't cout on the losing end. We're past the age of
being disciplined by Grandma only to end up worse off."
Growing up, they'd frequently find themselves at a loss after being corrected by their grandparents, who would
scold them for lacking the skills, planning, or insight needed to make things work. It was a harsh lesson in
humility. Tatum added, "I'll grab a few more hours of sleep before | get up to work out and make breakfast for
Elora."
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Evan nodded. "Alright. Get srest, but don't overdo it."
Tatum smiled. "I'm not overworked. | enjoy this."
Evan chuckled. "As long as you're in the kitchen, you wouldn't care if the sky ccrashing down."
Evan couldn't help but envy Tatum's passion. He was doing what he loved-cooking-and deepening his bond with
his fiancée in the process.
After their chat, Evan lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling for a while. Eventually, he set his phone on the
nightstand, turned off the lights, and drifted off to sleep, knowing tomorrow would bring new challenges. The rest
of the night passed quietly.
The next morning, Tatum, now in Annenburg, Province X, started his day with a jog in the Ormond family's
sprawling yard.
Elora and Alonzo were typically the earliest risers in the household, though Alonzo always needed a push from
Elora to get out of bed. Like most kids, he hated waking up early for school but had no problem springing out of
bed on weekends. Tatum kept his routine simple two laps around the yard, enough to stay active but not
overexert himself. He wore his winter workout gear, jogging solo through the chilly morning air.
Occasionally, he'd cross paths with other members of the Ormond family's staff. They'd greet him with warmth
and curiosity.
"Morning, Tatum! The weather's freezing, and you're still out here running every day? Aren't you southerners
supposed to hate the cold?"
Tatum laughed it off. "Running keepswarm. | barely feel the cold."
This morning was no different. After exchanging a few words with the staff, Tatum resumed his jog, undeterred
by the biting wind.
The Ormond household staff typically began work at six in the morning and didn't finish until ten at night. Some
positions required rotating shifts, ensuring the household ran smoothly around the clock.
Once Tatum finished his run, he headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Elora and Alonzo. Breakfasts were
usually simple, so Tatum could wrap them up quickly. Cooking for Elora was his personal responsibility as her
private chef-a role he took seriously. Other household members had their own routines and often slept in, but
Tatum didn't mind. While he wasn't obligated to cook for anyone else, he would sometimes cater to their
requests, especially if Elora wasn't hfor dinner. It was his way of earning goodwill within the family.
As Tatum jogged back toward the house, he heard the faint sound of footsteps behind him. Curious, he stopped
and turned.
No surprises-it was Elora.
After several months in the Ormond household, Tatum had memorized her schedule. He knew her daily routine
better than anyone, which was why he kept up his early morning jogs.
Opportunities to spend twith Elora were rare. Her busy schedule meant she left early and returned late most
days. Dinner was often their only shared moment, but she never lingered long. After eating, she'd take a short
break before diving back into her work. And so, Tatum continued his quiet efforts to connect with her, one meal
and one morning jog at a time.
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