Married At First Sight Chapter 4191
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The nanny responded, “Grandpa, I got it.”
In truth, their workload wasn’t heavy, so there was no need to slack off. Once they finished their tasks, they still had plenty of time to relax.
Holden grabbed his car keys and hurried out.
Even at over seventy, his driving skills remained sharp. He never felt the need to hire a driver and drove straight into downtown Jensburg.
Upon arriving, he didn’t go looking for Kathryn right away—he wasn’t even aware she had been injured. Instead, he sought out some old friends, hoping they could give him information about what had happened at the Farrell estate the previous night.
After listening to Holden’s inquiry, one of his old friends said, “We were actually going to ask you about that. Your three sons attacked your daughter. I heard they kidnapped her, planning to chop her up and feed her to the fish. If it weren’t for Mr. Fraser, who was with her, bringing the police in time, she might not have made it. Even so, your daughter was still wounded by your sons. None of them escaped, and everyone they brought with them—including your adopted daughter’s two brothers—was arrested on the spot. You’ve been living peacefully back home, and you had no idea your children had fallen this far?”
Holden’s face turned pale, his entire body going weak as he collapsed into a chair. He muttered to himself, “How… how is this possible?”
His friends exchanged glances. “We had gathered to discuss whether we should call and tell you,” one of them admitted. “But we were worried you wouldn’t be able to handle the news. You really didn’t know?”
These friends had known Holden for decades. They often ate, drank, and had fun together, and they were well aware of his attitude toward his biological daughter.
They had warned him before—reminding him that his only daughter had suffered in her adoptive family, bullied and mistreated. Now that she had finally returned, they had urged him to treat her well.
But Holden had ignored their advice.
Some people remain blind to the truth, no matter how many times they’re told.
“How could this happen? Kathryn… she’s okay, but my sons—they were all arrested? How is this possible…?”
As Holden mumbled to himself, his friends shared uneasy looks.
One of them finally asked, “Holden, did you know your sons were planning to harm Kathryn?”
Snapping back to reality, Holden’s expression shifted. Without another word, he grabbed his car keys and said, “I need to go to the hospital and see my daughter.”
With that, he rushed out.
His mood darkened as he thought about his three sons’ arrest, along with Shiloh’s two brothers. Distracted, he ended up rear-ending another car on his way to the hospital.
It was his fault entirely, but rather than calling the traffic police, he simply threw all the cash he had on hand at the other driver and continued on his way, his car’s damaged front end barely registering in his mind.
By the time he reached the hospital, it was already evening.
Liberty had deliberately avoided working overtime and had turned down all social engagements to bring dinner to Kathryn with her husband.
She encountered Holden in the hospital parking lot.
The moment their eyes met, it was like two enemies crossing paths—resentment and anger surged between them. Holden glared at Liberty with pure hatred, as if he wanted to tear her apart.
But he didn’t dare lay a hand on her. Liberty had Duncan with her, along with several strong bodyguards.
Holden wasn’t foolish enough to start trouble.
Realizing Liberty was here to visit Kathryn, he decided to follow her inside.
Liberty, however, had no interest in dealing with him.
They walked into the hospital separately.
Holden had originally planned to ask the medical staff for information, but after seeing Liberty, he decided against it and simply followed her group upstairs.
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“Jim, stop him. Don’t let him follow us.”
Liberty gave the order without hesitation.
With Duncan by her side and their bodyguards surrounding them, she pushed forward, heading straight for Kathryn’s ward.
She had already called Audrey and informed Serenity about everything that had happened.
Now that the three Janzen brothers were behind bars, Serenity finally felt at ease, no longer needing to worry about her sister’s safety in Jensburg.
She told Zachary that Kathryn would never let anyone down.
Zachary, as usual, kept his thoughts to himself.
Kathryn’s fever had subsided completely, but her cough had worsened. The doctor had adjusted her prescription, though it hadn’t taken full effect yet.
When Liberty arrived, Kathryn was out of bed, walking around with Pedro supporting her.
“Kathryn, why are you up?” Liberty scolded. “Get back in bed! You’re still injured. If you move too much, you’ll strain your wounds and make things worse.”
She didn’t direct her frustration at Pedro—she knew he would listen to Kathryn no matter what.
“I’ve been lying down all day,” Kathryn responded. “My back feels stiff. My arm is injured, not my legs. I needed to move around a little.”
She had been beaten and kicked by Noel, leaving her sore all over. After a full day of IV treatment and medication, the pain had lessened. Moving hurt, but it was bearable.
Liberty sighed. “Fine, but since you’re already up, eat something first. Do it now before your father arrives and ruins your appetite.”
She placed the insulated lunchbox on the coffee table in the small sitting area and motioned for Kathryn to eat.
The meal was simple yet delicious, thanks to a skilled chef. Kathryn wasn’t picky when it came to food.
As she ate, she asked bluntly, “How did you know he was coming?”
“I ran into him in the parking lot,” Liberty replied. “He must’ve rushed over after hearing the news. He was alone, following me upstairs, so I had Jim stop him.”
“Don’t let him ruin your appetite. Just eat.”
Kathryn laughed. “You really do know me well, Liberty.”
She treated Liberty, who was a few years older than her, as both a cousin and a close friend.
She often confided in Liberty about her relationship with Pedro.
Liberty had experience—she understood emotions and relationships well.
“Did you get this from Fortress Hotel, or did the chef at home make it?” Kathryn asked, referring to the food.
“The chef at home made it,” Liberty replied.
Kathryn nodded approvingly. “The new chef is great—way better than the last one.”
“I hired him from Wiltspoon,” Liberty explained. “I wasn’t used to the food here, so I brought in a chef who could cook what I liked.”
Kathryn smiled. “I think I prefer southern food too.”
“If you like it that much, you should consider moving to Wiltspoon. It’s lively there, and my aunt actually treats you well.”
Kathryn was pragmatic. She hadn’t been around for the tragedy that happened decades ago, and she had never wronged Audrey or the others.
Audrey hadn’t said it outright, but anyone who knew her could tell—she admired Kathryn.
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“Well, I’m heading to Wiltspoon soon to visit my cousin, but I don’t know if I’ll get kicked out once I get there. I also need to see Mr. Jimenez. By the way, Liberty, how’s Mr. Jimenez doing? Is he in good health?”
Mr. Jimenez was the oldest person Kathryn had ever seen. Back in her adoptive mother’s village, the oldest man had lived into his eighties, and very few made it to ninety. But Mr. Jimenez was pushing a hundred.
The most impressive part? He didn’t just walk on his own—he could still run, keeping pace with a few of his old friends.
Liberty replied, “Mr. Jimenez is doing well. My aunt takes him for a walk every day. When he stays in, he just sits in front of the cradle, staring at my cousin’s baby. He could watch for hours.”
The bond between generations ran deep.
For Mr. Jimenez, looking at Clive’s son was like seeing his own great-grandson—the great-grandchild of the master he had served so loyally.
“Dr. Carden stops by regularly to check his pulse and adjust his medication. He’s in good spirits. Dr. Carden says there’s no reason he won’t live past a hundred.”
Mr. Jimenez had held on this long fueled by sheer hatred.
Everyone feared he’d lose his will to live after getting revenge. Even the old doctor estimated he had, at most, two years left.
But now, with Audrey caring for him, keeping him company, and surrounding him with family, his mood had lifted. He had great-grandchildren to dote on, and he was determined to keep going.
Audrey insisted he had to stick around at least until Liberty had a daughter, ensuring the Farrell family’s next generation.
Seeing Serenity give birth, watching Leland and Elisa get married—he wanted to witness the younger generation find their paths.
That way, when he finally reunited with the head of the family he had served all his life, he would have good news to share. He imagined the head of the family smiling, knowing his descendants were thriving.
Kathryn remained silent.
Mr. Jimenez would turn a hundred by the end of the year. Next year, he’d be past the century mark.
“I hope he lives to 120,” she murmured.
For a man like him, living a long life meant knowing each year could be his last.
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Half an hour later.
“Kathryn, Kathryn!”
Holden, who had been stopped by Jim, finally made it into the hospital room.
Jim followed closely behind, but Liberty motioned for him to let it go. Taking the hint, Jim left the room.
As soon as Holden stepped inside, he went straight for Kathryn, about to kneel before her, his body trembling.
Kathryn almost jumped up to stop him.
No matter how strained their relationship was, he was still her father.
Watching him kneel before her would make her look heartless, like an unfilial daughter.
Not that Kathryn had ever been particularly devoted to him.
“Dad, what are you doing?!”
She grabbed his arm, and Pedro quickly stepped in to help, preventing Holden from dropping to his knees.
“Kathryn, no matter what your brothers have done, they’re still your family. Please forgive them—let them go. I promise, I’ll take them back to our hometown, even if it costs me everything.”
“If they ever try to hurt you again, I swear I’ll break their legs myself.”
“Kathryn, I’m begging you. Please spare them.”
Holden struggled as if trying to kneel again, but Pedro held him firmly in place.
Frustrated, Holden slapped Pedro across the face.
The sound echoed through the room. Pedro didn’t flinch or loosen his grip. The side of his face turned red, the mark instantly visible.
Kathryn’s expression darkened. Staring coldly at her father, she spoke in an icy tone. “Dad, if you’re so determined to kneel, do it outside. Go ahead, kneel at the hospital entrance and yell about how your daughter is unfilial. Announce to the world that your sons tried to kill their sister and that she refuses to forgive them. See if I care.”
Holden froze.
After slapping Pedro, he had expected Kathryn to lash out at him, but she didn’t. That, somehow, was even more unsettling.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
“Kathryn…”
His voice broke as he sobbed uncontrollably.
Pedro finally released his grip, and Holden collapsed onto the sofa, crying miserably.
“Kathryn, I’m old. I have no job, no money. My parents are long gone, and your mom is no longer here. The only people I have left are your brothers. If they go to jail, what will happen to me? Who will take care of me in my old age?”
Holden’s voice cracked with desperation.
“Please, Kathryn. Just let them go. I swear, I’ll take them back home. They won’t fight over your mom’s estate—it’ll all be yours. I just need them out of jail. I have no one else.”
He wiped his tears, looking pitiful.
“I know I wasn’t a good father. I never gave you the love you deserved. But Kathryn, we’re family. You have the Janzen blood in your veins. I gave you life—please, let your brothers go. Yes, they were cruel to you, and I’m deeply disappointed in them. But you’re still alive. Let them pay your medical bills, compensate you for your suffering—just don’t send them to prison.”
Kathryn stared at him coldly for a long time before finally turning to Liberty. “Liberty, this is a personal matter. You and Mr. Lewis should go home and rest.”
Liberty glanced at Holden, sighed, and gave Kathryn a few words of advice before leaving with Duncan.
Outside, she exhaled heavily and muttered, “Dealing with my greedy hometown relatives was bad enough, but Kathryn has to deal with her own father and brothers. Her situation is even worse.”
“The Hunt family just wanted to steal my house and money, but Kathryn’s brothers wanted her dead.”
Duncan squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Miss Farrell can handle it.”
“I know,” Liberty said. “She just wanted us to leave so she could keep some dignity in front of us.”
Inside, Kathryn turned to Pedro. “Leave us.”
“Miss…”
Pedro hesitated, worried Holden might try something reckless.
But Kathryn insisted. “I’ll be fine.”
Reluctantly, Pedro left the room, closing the door behind him.
Now, it was just Kathryn and her father.
Kathryn sat down across from him, her cold gaze locking onto his.
“Dad, do you even know what happened last night?”
Holden huffed. “How would I know? I’m all the way back home. I’m not some mind reader.”
Kathryn let out a bitter laugh. “You know. You know everything. They tried to kill me. They planned to chop me into pieces and dump me in the ocean. Your three sons were merciless. And yet, you have the audacity to ask me to forgive them? They committed an unforgivable crime. And you, Dad—you bear just as much responsibility.”
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After a brief silence, Holden repeated himself. “You’re not dead, just slightly injured. It’s not that serious.”
Kathryn almost laughed at his words.
Sure, she wasn’t dead—just “slightly injured.”
But did that change the fact that her brothers had tried to kill her?
She looked at Holden and asked, “Dad, if I had tried to kill your three sons but failed, leaving them just ‘slightly injured,’ would you tell them it was just a family dispute? Would you ask them to forgive me, not press charges, and not send me to prison?”
Holden responded instinctively, “You would have already shown the intent to kill. I couldn’t let you make the same mistake again. Of course, I’d send you to prison for a few years… Kathryn, I’m old. I only have my three sons to rely on in my later years. Do you really want me to end up alone with no one to take care of me?”
Kathryn’s voice turned ice-cold. “Dad, I’ll cover your living expenses. You won’t starve. Even the housekeeper can stay—I’ll pay their wages. Believe me, I want nothing to do with you. But since you’re my biological father, I won’t let you die of hunger. I’ll also ask my sisters-in-law to check in on you from time to time. If anything urgent comes up, they can call me. If you don’t live long enough to see your sons get out of prison and you pass away, I’ll make sure to arrange your funeral. I won’t let your body rot and be eaten by stray dogs.”
Holden was stunned.
Kathryn continued, her voice unwavering. “My brothers wanted me dead. If Pedro hadn’t called the police in time, I would have been killed. They would’ve chopped up my body and dumped it in the sea to feed the fish. Dad, do you ever think about me? Am I not your child, too? I’m not a saint. I can’t pretend nothing happened. I can’t just forgive them when they tried to murder me. No matter who begs for mercy this time, I won’t let them off the hook. They belong in prison.”
Holden pointed at her, his face contorted in rage. “Kathryn, you’re heartless! You’re unfilial! You’ll be struck by lightning!”
Kathryn’s gaze was icy. “If God thinks I’ve done wrong, then let Him strike me down. I’m not afraid. I have a clear conscience. But you—aren’t you afraid of karma?”
Holden retorted, “One day, you’ll have children of your own. What will you do if they turn out like you and your brothers? Kathryn, karma will come for you.”
Kathryn let out a bitter laugh. “Karma? If it exists, let it come. I’m not afraid. Dad, you and my brothers have done so many terrible things, yet none of you fear retribution. I’ve never taken an innocent life—so tell me, what exactly should I be afraid of?”
Holden was seething.
Why wouldn’t the heavens just strike down this ungrateful daughter?
Kathryn remained unfazed. “Go home, Dad. I will never forgive my brothers. The law will punish them. They kidnapped me, injured me, and hurt others. They won’t be getting out anytime soon. You should start coming to terms with that and take care of yourself.”
Holden’s face darkened. “Fine. I’ll live long enough to see what becomes of you.”
With that, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Kathryn didn’t care. She sat quietly for a couple of minutes before heading back to her room and lying down.
Pain coursed through her body. There was a knife wound on her arm, yet her father hadn’t shown even a shred of concern for her. He only cared about pleading for her brothers.
If the roles were reversed, would he have begged for her?
No. To her father, she was never his daughter—Shiloh was.
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As Pedro once said, biased people never change.
Kathryn never expected her father to change. She had long since given up on their relationship.
Even so, as she lay in bed, enduring the pain, her eyes welled up with tears. A deep sense of injustice washed over her, and she couldn’t hold back her sobs.
Pedro walked in and saw her crying.
He sat beside her, pulling out a tissue to gently wipe her tears. “They’re not worth your tears,” he said softly.
Kathryn sat up and buried herself in his arms. “Pedro, you’re all I have.”
He held her close, his voice filled with tenderness. “Kathryn, I will always be here for you. No matter what happens, I’ll stand by your side. Even if the sky falls, I’ll hold it up for you. If you need to cry, then cry. Let it all out.”
This was her final farewell to the past.
Kathryn sobbed until she could cry no more.
From this moment on, she and the Janzen family were nothing to each other.
Meanwhile, Holden went to Noel’s house and called for Sage’s wife.
Facing his daughters-in-law, he declared, “I’m sure you both know what happened by now. My sons hurt Kathryn, but she’s fine—just a few minor wounds. It was just a fight between siblings. We need to hire the best lawyers to defend them and get them a lighter sentence.”
The two women exchanged glances.
Anya finally spoke. “Dad, this isn’t something we can fix. Kathryn won’t forgive us. Even if we hire top lawyers, it’ll be a waste of money.”
They didn’t even pity their husbands.
After all, their husbands had mistresses. They had betrayed their families countless times.
Letting them rot in prison for a few years would actually give the wives a chance at a peaceful life. They could raise their children in peace, using the money their mother-in-law had left them.
Since their kids didn’t plan to take civil service exams, they weren’t worried about the stain of having a father in prison.
They had even decided to follow their sister-in-law Erika’s example—pack up, take the kids, and move back to their parents’ homes.
Their children were their future, after all.
As for their husbands? Let them serve their time.
They had no intention of hiring lawyers. But they couldn’t say this outright—Holden might not be able to handle the shock.
“Dad,” Anya said cautiously, “we don’t have much money. Hiring three lawyers will cost a fortune. Kathryn won’t back down, and she can afford the best legal team. We don’t stand a chance in court. We can’t save them. They’re definitely going to prison.”
Kidnapping was a serious crime—especially when it involved multiple perpetrators.
The police had caught them red-handed.
No amount of legal defense could get them out of this.
And they had only themselves to blame. They had ignored every warning, refusing to listen to reason.
Now, they had to face the consequences.
Even with their powerful mother-in-law’s connections, their fate was sealed.
Their husbands weren’t as important as they thought they were.
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Holden was at a loss for words. Money had never been his strong suit. Back when Clarissa was alive, he rarely had more than $500 to his name. Once his kids were grown, he’d secretly ask them for cash. For a while, he lived comfortably, even carefree, but that money didn’t last. He never saved a dime.
The truth was, Holden had a habit of spending recklessly. Saving just wasn’t in his nature. He didn’t own any shops or properties—Clarissa had kept him on a tight leash. The house in his hometown was built with her money, but it wasn’t in his name. It belonged to his three sons.
After Clarissa passed away, his sons took care of him in his old age. Each of them gave him over $100,000 a month for living expenses. Combined, it was hundreds of thousands monthly, and Holden lived a relaxed life back home. He managed to save a little over a million, but that was it.
Now, he wanted to hire the best lawyers for his sons, and that million might not even cover it.
Holden turned to his daughters-in-law. “Don’t tell me you’re broke. When your mother-in-law was alive, she gave you an allowance every month. Your families have money too. What about the dowry and betrothal gifts from your weddings? Are they all gone? Each of you pitch in two million, and we’ll have four million. Isn’t that enough? If it’s not, ask your kids to chip in. They inherited plenty from Clarissa. It’s only right they help save their own father.”
Amora didn’t hesitate. “Dad, that’s not possible. We don’t have that kind of money. We can spare a hundred thousand, but two million? No way. Sure, our families have some assets, but we have brothers to think about. The dowry money was spent years ago. We’ve been married for so long—how would we still have that? The property Mom left for the kids is theirs. It’s for their education and future businesses. We can’t touch that. We’re just managing it for them.”
Holden was furious. “So, you’re saying you won’t lift a finger to save your husbands? How heartless can you be? Is this Kathryn’s doing? Is she stopping you from helping Marco and the others?”
Anya shot back, “Dad, say what you want, but our husbands haven’t been saints. They’ve cheated on us, had mistresses—did they ever care about our feelings? And when they crossed Kathryn, did they think about the consequences? Did they consider us or the kids? If they had, they wouldn’t have kidnapped or tried to kill anyone. The law doesn’t play favorites. We can’t save them, and honestly, they deserve to face the consequences.”
Holden pointed at Anya, seething. “Noel married a viper like you? Are you trying to be like Erika? You’re his wife!”
Amora scoffed. “Wife? Dad, haven’t you heard? Birds of a feather flock together, but when disaster strikes, they scatter. Second sister-in-law is right. If they’d thought about us or the kids, they wouldn’t have done what they did. Kathryn’s their own sister, and look how they treated her. If we don’t let the law handle this, who’s to say they won’t turn on us next? If they can do that to their sister, what’s stopping them from doing worse to us? We’re just their wives, and they’ve betrayed us more times than we can count.”
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Holden was so angry with his daughters-in-law that he couldn’t speak. He was utterly disappointed. If even they wouldn’t lift a finger to save his sons, who would? As an old man with no money or influence, what could he possibly do?
“Dad, just go home. When the trial starts, we’ll send someone to pick you up. We’ll attend, but that’s it.”
Holden stormed out, furious.
Once he was gone, Amora turned to Anya. “Are we really not going to do anything? My child’s still young. Having a father in prison isn’t good for them.”
Anya sighed. “What can we do? Even if we wanted to help, we’re powerless. You know Kathryn. She’s not going to let this slide. She’s not the type to forgive and forget.”
Amora nodded. “Remember how they treated us last year when we found out about their affairs?”
Anya’s expression hardened. “Let them rot in prison for a few years. By the way, Kathryn’s in the hospital. Should we visit her?”
Amora agreed. “Yes, let’s call the eldest sister-in-law tomorrow and go together. The Farrell family’s full of snakes, but Kathryn’s the only one with a conscience. She’s always stood by us.”
The two decided to reach out to their former sister-in-law first thing in the morning to visit Kathryn.
Meanwhile, in Annenburg, Province X.
Elora’s car pulled into the Ormond family’s sprawling estate. When it came to a stop, Elora, seated in the back, didn’t move.
The driver and the bodyguard in the passenger seat glanced back. Elora had fallen asleep against the seat. She’d had quite a bit to drink at the social event that night and was clearly tipsy when she got in the car. She must’ve dozed off on the way home.
The bodyguard stepped out, opened her door, and leaned in. “Eldest lady, we’re home,” he said softly. “Wake up, we’re here.”
He didn’t dare touch her. Elora had made it clear: if she fell asleep in the car, they were to wake her. If she didn’t wake, they were to call her sisters for help. Under no circumstances were the bodyguards to lay a hand on her.
Elora didn’t stir.
The bodyguard stepped back and pulled out his phone. He tried calling Tinsley first, but she wasn’t home yet. Next, he dialed Sevyn. Thankfully, she was around.
Soon, Sevyn answered. “What’s going on?”
Before the bodyguard could answer, a warm voice cut in. It was Tatum. He was technically off duty, but he always kept an eye on Elora’s schedule. If she wanted a late-night snack, he’d be there in a heartbeat.
“Mr. York, the eldest lady had a few drinks tonight and fell asleep in the car. We tried waking her, but she’s out cold. She said we’re not to touch her, so we called the third lady to help.”
Sevyn, the third lady, was on her way from the third wing of the estate. It’d take her a few minutes.
Tatum leaned into the car and gently patted Elora’s cheek. “Eldest lady, wake up. We’re home.”
The bodyguard hesitated, watching Tatum touch Elora’s face. But knowing how close the two were, he decided not to say anything.
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Elora’s bodyguard only called out to her but didn’t dare to touch her, so she remained asleep.
Tatum gently patted her face and called her again. Within moments, she woke up.
As her eyes fluttered open, she found herself staring at Tatum’s handsome face. For a brief moment, she felt disoriented—was she dreaming?
Dreaming of Tatum?
Did this mean she was attracted to him? Otherwise, why would she dream about him?
This was the first time she had ever dreamed about a man.
Elora instinctively reached out to touch Tatum’s face, but as soon as she lifted her hand, she realized—this wasn’t a dream.
Tatum was real.
They were close enough that she could catch the faint scent of his cologne.
He had just taken a shower.
Elora quietly lowered her hand, hoping he hadn’t noticed her earlier movement. The last thing she wanted was for him to misinterpret her intentions.
“Miss.”
Tatum’s voice was warm and smooth, making her want to close her eyes and drift back to sleep.
She felt at ease with him nearby. Safe.
But that was just a fleeting thought.
“Tatum, why are you in my car?” she asked, sitting up straight.
Tatum stepped out of the car and waited for her to follow. “Your car stopped, but you didn’t get out, so I came downstairs to check. You had fallen asleep. Your bodyguard notified the third lady, and she’s on her way to help you back inside.”
Elora brushed off the concern. “I had a social event tonight and drank a little. I got sleepy. Tell Sevyn not to bother coming out—it’s cold. I can make it to my room on my own.”
Just as she finished speaking, a thick coat was draped over her shoulders. Tatum had taken it off and placed it around her.
It was warm.
Elora froze for a moment.
“You just woke up. You might catch a cold,” Tatum said matter-of-factly.
He wasn’t just good at cooking—he was thoughtful, too.
Elora glanced at him, her gaze lingering.
Was he afraid she’d return his coat?
Instead of refusing, she simply murmured a quiet thank you, pulled the coat snugly around her, and walked toward the main house.
“Big sister?”
Sevyn had arrived.
Seeing Elora out of the car with Tatum following close behind—his coat draped over her—Sevyn immediately recognized it.
Tatum had been her sister’s private chef for a few months now, and he had plenty of clothes in rotation.
Still, something about this moment felt different.
If she had left the house just a little later, her sister probably would have called and told her not to come at all.
Right now, Sevyn felt like an unintentional third wheel.
“Elora, I was just telling Tatum you didn’t need to come,” Elora explained, adjusting the coat on her shoulders. “I dozed off in the car. They couldn’t wake me up, so they called you.”
Tatum added, “She’s awake now. It’s late, Third Miss. Go back inside and get some rest.”
Sevyn smiled knowingly. “Alright, I’ll leave then. Big sister, you should rest early too. Drinking can make you feel worse later—ask Tatum to make you some sobering soup.”
She turned to Tatum. “Take care of my sister. Make sure she gets to her room before you leave.”
Tatum nodded. “Don’t worry, Third Miss. I’ll take good care of her.”
Sevyn didn’t linger.
Elora understood the subtle meaning behind her sister’s words but chose to ignore it.
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Tatum followed Elora into the house.
The lights were still on, but the first floor was empty—everyone had gone to bed.
The housekeeper had left the lights on for her, knowing she hadn’t returned yet.
Inside, the warmth of the house surrounded her. Without hesitation, Elora slipped off Tatum’s coat and handed it back to him.
He took it, then trailed behind her to the sofa. Once she sat down, he asked gently, “Would you like a bowl of sobering soup?”
Elora rubbed her temples. “Yeah, I should. If I don’t, I’ll have a splitting headache tomorrow.”
Without another word, Tatum headed to the kitchen.
Elora leaned back into the sofa, closing her eyes again.
She wasn’t sure how much time passed before she heard the sound of his footsteps approaching.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she immediately straightened her posture.
No matter the time or place, she always maintained her composure.
“Miss, the soup is ready,” Tatum said, placing the bowl on the coffee table.
Elora hummed in acknowledgment.
“If you’re tired, go get some rest. I’ll drink it in a bit.”
“It’s fine. I’m not sleepy. I took a nap earlier, so I’m wide awake now.”
He had no intention of leaving.
“I also promised Miss Sevyn that I’d stay until you were settled.”
Elora didn’t argue.
Tatum remained standing.
“Tatum, sit down. You don’t have to stand.”
He complied, settling into a seat nearby.
Looking at him, Elora spoke thoughtfully. “Tatum, you’re my private chef, not my servant. There’s no need to be so formal with me. I respect capable people, and you’re one of them. Honestly, I already consider you a friend.”
Maybe it was the alcohol talking.
Or maybe she was finally acknowledging the growing warmth she felt toward him.
Tatum responded in his usual gentle tone. “Miss, I appreciate your kindness, but I’m still your chef. I can’t take advantage of your trust and become too casual with you.”
He paused before adding, “I wouldn’t call myself capable. I’ve had advantages that others don’t. My success is largely due to my family’s support. If I had been born into different circumstances, I might not have achieved the same results. In that sense, I was just lucky to be born into the right family.”
Elora met his gaze, her expression softening.
“Tatum, don’t downplay yourself. I see your ability. Even without your family’s support, you’d still be successful.”
After a beat, she added, “You’re always so composed and thoughtful. You don’t act entitled despite your background—you’re approachable. That’s something I admire about you.”
She nearly said she liked him.
But at the last second, she held back.
It was just the alcohol talking.
She didn’t want to say something she’d regret in the morning.