[Dad, I found a job. The salary is enough for the five of us. You don’t need to send me money anymore.]
Niamh typed after accepting the transfer.
If it hadn’t been for Cassian secretly sending her money over the years, she and the children would probably be living on the streets. He worked as an accountant for a small firm, and her adoptive mother took every penny of his salary. The money he sent Niamh came from freelance bookkeeping he did on the side.
Cassian had always treated her like his own daughter, and she was deeply grateful. She often told herself that if she ever became successful, she would make sure he lived a comfortable life. But for now, that was just a distant dream.
[Niamh, it’s all my fault. I’m useless. I’ve made you suffer so much. Please don’t blame me.]
A voice message from Cassian came through, filled with self-reproach.
Niamh quickly replied.
[Dad, I’ve never blamed you. In fact, I’m grateful. Without you, I wouldn’t be here, and neither would the quadruplets.]
Everyone knew Cassian Lynn had found her in a trash heap. He had not only raised her but saved her life.
[This Sunday is your and the quadruplets’ birthday. Let me take you all out for dinner.]
Cassian messaged again. Niamh and her children shared the same birthday.


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