I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 109

Tiny beads of sweat dotted her neck.

“Niamh, are you sure you’re okay?” Jareth paused with his glass of milk halfway to his lips, his voice laced with concern.

Niamh shook her head again.

Jareth’s gaze drifted down and he saw her hands pressed tightly against her stomach. He frowned. “Niamh, is it a stomachache?”

Niamh turned to face him, met his eyes for a moment, and then nodded.

Jareth drained his glass of milk in one go and said in a commanding tone, “Let’s go. To the hospital.”

“Mr. Bragg, there’s no need…” Niamh protested.

Jareth flagged down a passing waitress. “Excuse me, could you please go to the nearby pharmacy and get me some stomach medicine?”

The waitress quickly agreed, informed her manager, and left.

Jareth then ordered a glass of honey water for Niamh. After she drank it, he asked gently, “Feeling any better?”

Niamh still shook her head.

Seeing how much pain she was in, Jareth commanded, “Let’s go back to the room so you can rest.”

They had just returned to the suite when the waitress arrived with the medicine.

Jareth read the instructions, poured out two pills into his palm, and approached Niamh, who was now lying on the sofa. “Niamh, open your mouth. Time to take your medicine.”

His voice was so gentle and full of concern that Niamh could hardly believe it was him.

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