I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 110

“Niamh?”

“Niamh?”

“Niamh, are you okay?”

Jareth called her name several more times, but when she remained unresponsive, panic set in. He was just about to dial 911 when she stirred.

“Mr. Bragg, could you get me a glass of warm water?” Her voice was weak and strained.

Without a word, Jareth went to get it. He tested the temperature with his finger, found it a bit too hot, and quickly added a splash of cold water.

As Niamh drank, he said worriedly, “Niamh, I really think I should take you to the hospital. You look terrible.”

“No, it’s fine,” she said, shaking her head while still clutching her abdomen.

“Niamh, when you’re sick, you go to the hospital! Don’t you know that?” Jareth was losing his patience. The woman looked as white as a ghost, and she was still trying to act tough.

“Mr. Bragg,” she said weakly, “I… I don’t think it’s a stomachache.”

As she spoke, a deep blush spread across her face.

Jareth’s eyes narrowed.

Not a stomachache? Then what is it? Whatever it is, she should still see a doctor. If Niamh died on his watch, her Keir would kill him.

“I… I think… I think my Aunt Flo is visiting. It’s cramps,” she finally managed to say before stumbling towards the bathroom.

Aunt Flo?

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