I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 138

“Mr. Bragg, I grew up poor. I can’t be compared to a wealthy young master like you,” Niamh retorted. “Do you know, since I was four or five, I had to wake up at five every morning to cook breakfast for my family? After that, I had to do the laundry and clean the house, and then walk myself to kindergarten. If I was too slow, I’d be late for school.”

A shadow of sadness crossed her face as she spoke, but she had never complained. At least she was alive. Her father had always told her that as long as you were alive, there was hope. Nothing else mattered. She believed he was right.

“Were your parents sadists?” Jareth snapped, his appetite gone.

Niamh just shrugged. “I don’t even know what my birth parents look like.”

Jareth was shocked. The woman was an orphan.

“My dad found me by the sea,” she continued, glancing at him. “I was less than a month old when he brought me home.” Her voice grew thick with emotion, and her eyes reddened.

“So, Mr. Bragg, I really envy you for having a grandfather. You should cherish your family and treat him well.”

“What do you know?” Jareth suddenly snarled. He spun his wheelchair around and left.

This woman knew nothing. She was a meddling fool.

After buying a new wheelchair, they returned to the hotel. For the rest of the day, their interactions were limited to brief, work-related exchanges.

At midnight, Niamh finally arrived back in Cliffhaven. As she entered her home, she found Cassian dozing on the sofa, clearly waiting for her.

Seeing her adoptive father, her heart warmed. He looked older than when she’d left just a few days ago, with more white in his hair.

“Dad, you should go to bed,” she said softly, walking over to him.

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