Chapter 3922

Tatum continued, “I confessed—I told her I’m the sixth young master of the York family. She asked why I had kept it hidden, and I explained the truth: she didn’t check the family tree. Besides, she has already investigated me twice.”

Zachary maintained a steady tone. “You didn’t intentionally hide it. You simply didn’t make it public knowledge. That’s not the same as lying. You secured the job at the Ormond family’s house based on your skills and experience—not because of your last name. Even if she learns your true identity, what’s the worst that could happen? She won’t fire you and deprive herself of your cooking.”

Zachary chuckled lightly, his words calm yet pointed. “Even if Elora decided to hire a new chef, it would take time to find someone as talented as you. Let’s be honest—she’s not tired of your cooking. To her, you’re just the chef who prepares her meals. Your family name? It doesn’t change her life in any way.”

Zachary added, “When she sent someone to investigate your background, I was the one who covered your tracks. If she’s upset that you didn’t tell her upfront, remind her it was me who kept it confidential.”

Tatum nodded. “I did, and she believed me.”

“Then what are you worried about?” Zachary asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Are you afraid she’ll stop enjoying your food or kick you out now that she knows who you are?”

Tatum hesitated before admitting, “A little bit, yeah.”

Zachary sighed. “Listen to me. Elora is the head of the Ormond family, just as I am the head of ours. From a leader’s perspective, I can assure you she won’t fire you. In fact, she will probably admire you even more.”

You are dedicated to setting aside your status to hone your skills as a chef. Your dedication, humility, and commitment to excellence will only earn her greater respect.
“She seems to appreciate capable, driven individuals,” Zachary said, pausing briefly before adding, “And for the record, I do as well. At the York Corporation, I’ve promoted numerous talented individuals based on their abilities, not their connections.”
Tatum felt a twinge of envy and muttered, “Brother, you seem to know her quite well.”
Zachary’s tone sharpened. “Tatum, don’t start. If you were standing in front of me right now, I would kick you. I’m your real brother, and I have a wife. No matter how exceptional other women may be, they mean nothing to me compared to your sister-in-law.
“I’m speaking to you as the head of the family, analyzing the situation so you can pursue your wife without hesitation. And you’re feeling jealous? Unbelievable. You’re like a dog biting the hand that feeds it. Honestly, if you keep this up, don’t bother sharing your personal problems with me anymore—I won’t waste my time listening.”
Realizing his mistake, Tatum quickly backtracked. “Brother, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just frustrated that I couldn’t see things as clearly as you do, even though I’m right here in Wiltspoon. I envy your sharpness—that’s all. It’s my fault.”
Tatum softened his tone further, trying to repair the situation. “Please don’t stay mad at me. I was wrong. And whatever you do, don’t tell sister-in-law. If she finds out, she’ll hold it against me forever.”

“You know how it is—if I mess up in the future and you choose to confront me, she won’t come to my defense.” Tatum mentally cursed himself. Why had he said something so foolish? His brother had made a genuine effort to help him see the larger perspective, yet…