Chapter 4147
Married At First Sight Chapter 4147
Chapter 4147
Tinsley was indifferent to Timothy’s actions after their separation. She felt no attachment to him—not only because she recognized his ambition but also because she could see through his true motives. He was merely interested in the Ormond family’s wealth.
Very few men had earned her respect, and Tatum was one of them. However, her feelings for him were strictly admiration; there was no love involved.
She knew that Tatum’s heart belonged to her sister, which had nothing to do with the fact that he had once been her sister’s private chef. Tatum’s gaze was solely fixed on Elora.
Before discovering his true identity, both sisters had found him impressive. Elora had even playfully teased Tinsley about it a few times. But now that they understood Tatum was the sixth young master of the most powerful family in Wiltspoon, it was undeniable—he was more than deserving of an Ormond daughter.
Even if her sister wouldn’t acknowledge it, Tinsley was already convinced: Tatum would eventually become her brother-in-law. Of course, being with her sister would not be easy for him. As the current head of the Ormond family, she had significant responsibilities, and he would need to make sacrifices for their relationship.
Their younger brother was still just a child. There was no point in overthinking things. Whatever would happen, would happen.
Tinsley returned to her office and prioritized handling urgent matters before finally enjoying a brief moment of respite. Before leaving for the day, she decided to visit her sister on the top floor.
She knocked and then stepped inside. Elora was still engrossed in her work, wearing a serious expression.
She looked stunning.
Tinsley couldn’t help but smile. “Sister, you’re so beautiful. If I were a man, I’d be entirely captivated by you.”
Elora signed her name on a document and then looked up, amused.
“Did you eat honey today? Your words are particularly sweet. You make it seem as though you’re not beautiful yourself, but every woman in our family is.” She wasn’t being vain—just confident. And she wasn’t wrong. The Ormond family had always placed a high value on both lineage and appearance. When men married, they chose wives with strong family backgrounds and striking beauty. The women, in turn, had equally high standards for their husbands. After generations of this selective process, their family had developed a reputation for being exceptionally good-looking. In Elora’s generation, all the sisters were beautiful, and even their two younger brothers were attractive. When they grew up, they would undoubtedly become the ideal partners for many young women.
“Did that Labbe family fraud finally leave?” Elora had heard about the trouble Timothy caused at the company gates. She knew he was pursuing Tinsley, so she refrained from intervening—allowing her sister to handle the situation on her own. She had timed it perfectly. Tinsley would return just in time to confront him herself.
“He’s gone,” Tinsley replied. “He kept insisting he loves me—love at first sight, love at second sight. But nothing he’s done shows any real sincerity. He’s told so many lies that he actually believes them himself. He thinks he’s genuinely in love with me.
“He seems honest, but he’s really just a playboy. And with a father like his? There’s no way I’d ever trust him to be loyal.” In Tinsley’s eyes, Timothy wasn’t merely unqualified—he had failed completely. Everyone in Havenmill was aware of Mr. Labbe’s reputation, and the same held true in Annenburg. The man changed mistresses as frequently as he changed clothes. Many of the women he involved himself with had deliberately tried to get pregnant, hoping to secure their futures by bearing his child—thinking they could replace Mrs. Labbe. But Mr. Labbe was ruthless. The moment he got
Once he had what he wanted, he was finished. Almost all of his mistresses had been pregnant at some point, but only a few were clever enough to keep their ambitions in check. These were the ones who actually bore his children. Even so, their offspring went unacknowledged; they did not carry the Labbe name but took on their mother’s surname instead.
At the very least, Mr. Labbe took care of them. If a mistress had a child, he would purchase her a townhouse and hire two nannies—one for the child and one for the mother. That was the best they could hope for.