Chapter 4027

Married At First Sight Chapter 4027
Chapter 4027
Zachary informed Tatum that the scheming old man, Labby, was attempting to usurp the Ormond family’s property and claim it as his own. Labby had no legitimate inheritance rights within his family—he lacked recognition as the family head, tokens, or totems. All he possessed were ambition and greed.
“Brother,” Tatum said, “I don’t have any clever advice for you. As Big Brother said, we trust Grandma. If you follow her guidance, you won’t end up at a disadvantage. We have outgrown the stage of being disciplined by Grandma only to find ourselves worse off.”
Growing up, they often felt lost after being corrected by their grandparents, who would scold them for lacking the skills, planning, or insight necessary to succeed. It was a tough lesson in humility.
Tatum continued, “I’ll grab a few more hours of sleep before I get up to work out and prepare breakfast for Elora.”
Evan nodded. “Alright. Get some rest, but don’t overdo it.”
Tatum smiled. “I’m not overwhelmed. I enjoy this.”
Evan chuckled. “As long as you’re in the kitchen, you wouldn’t mind if the sky fell.”
Evan couldn’t help but envy Tatum’s passion. He was pursuing what he loved—cooking—while strengthening his bond with his fiancée.
After their conversation, Evan reclined on his bed, gazing at the ceiling for a while. Eventually, he placed his phone on the nightstand, turned off the lights, and fell asleep, knowing that tomorrow would present new challenges.
The rest of the night passed peacefully.
The next morning, Tatum, now in Annenburg, Province X, began his day with a jog in the Ormond family’s expansive yard.
Elora and Alonzo were usually the earliest risers in the household, although Alonzo always needed a nudge from

Elora needed to get out of bed. Like most kids, she disliked waking up early for school but had no trouble jumping out of bed on weekends. Tatum kept his routine straightforward—two laps around the yard, which was enough to stay active without overexerting himself. Dressed in his winter workout gear, he jogged solo through the chilly morning air.

Occasionally, he would encounter other members of the Ormond family’s staff, who greeted 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 keeps me warm. I barely feel the cold.”

This morning was no different. After exchanging a few words with the staff, Tatum continued his jog, unfazed by the biting wind.

The Ormond household staff typically began their shifts at six in the morning and worked until ten at night. Some positions required rotating shifts to ensure the household operated smoothly around the clock.

Once Tatum completed his run, he headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Elora and Alonzo. Breakfasts were usually simple, allowing Tatum to finish 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. Although he wasn’t obligated to cook for anyone else, he would occasionally accommodate their requests, especially if Elora wasn’t home for dinner. It was his way of fostering goodwill within the family.

As Tatum jogged back toward the house, he heard faint 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 maintained his routine of early morning jogs. Opportunities to spend time with Elora were scarce due to her hectic schedule, which had her leaving early and returning late most days. Dinner was typically their only shared moment, but she never stayed long. After eating, she would take a brief break before returning to her work. Thus, Tatum quietly persisted in his efforts to connect with her, one meal and one morning jog at a time.