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?

“I’m telling you not to go see your aunt!” he snapped.

How could she not understand something so simple? The woman really wasn’t that bright.

Niamh finally realized what was happening and started to laugh. The pain in her stomach seemed to magically subside a little. Her son Keir understood what "Aunt Flo" meant and would even run to the corner store to buy pads for her. And this grown man had no clue?

“What are you laughing at?” Jareth demanded, confused. He hadn't said anything funny.

Niamh gave him a sidelong glance. Is this man a fossil? He doesn’t know what ‘Aunt Flo’ means? Has he never had a girlfriend? Never bought pads for one?

Seeing her still laughing, Jareth’s temper flared.

“Niamh, if you insist on seeing your aunt, then whatever happens to you is your own damn fault!” he declared, turning to leave.